She was perfect. And so rarely the perfect ones came, fluttering out of the darkness like moths into golden light. Swift and uncatchable. He had wandered the third floor of the car park for a couple of hours now, risking it all for his ideal victim. A number of young women had crossed the little grassy field below where he stood as classes at the university ended and new ones began. He watched them toting shoulder bags and the occasional paper coffee cup, blinking in the warm daylight. Then the place was deserted again and he waited.
Fifty Fifty by James Patterson and Candice Fox
(#2 Harriet Blue)
She wasn't his perfect girl, but she was a delightful surprise. He seized her wrists.









7 comments:
Obviously, the person here is up to no good. It's been a while since I read a Patterson book, but I'd continue.
Oh, dear, a watcher with bad plans! I haven't read one of Patterson's books in ages...this one sounds good. Thanks for sharing, and for visiting my blog.
Sounds like a serial killer - I think I'd pass.
An ominous beginning...of course I'd keep reading!
This sounds like a very dark read. See what I'm featuring at Girl Who Reads
Wow, that opening is beautiful writing. Not exactly like James Patterson. Perhaps its his co-writer's influence?
I see your summary of Beach House For Rent and see Cara.
Are the same characters in all of the books? If so, how fun.
Nice books here, Nise'.
Thanks for coming by my blog.
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