T.J. Spade
If Makayla expected the night to be a stuffy, prim affair she was quickly proved wrong. The atmosphere was tantalising: a heady mix of twinkling lights, frosted champagne and animated conversation. She indulged in delicious canapes and allowed the effervescence all around to carry her mood to new heights. When the band struck up ‘Me and Mrs Jones’ she caught a matching gleam in Caleb’s eye and permitted herself to be escorted to dance. Caleb positioned his hand on the small of her back and she rested her own on his shoulder as he led a swaying rhythm across the parquet floor. Even after only one glass of champagne, Makayla felt as though she was gliding, perhaps even floating, around the room. Looking into Caleb’s eyes she admitted, “I didn’t suspect that you could dance.”
He dipped her low and then brought her back up, pressed her close. “It seems you’re my inspiration.”
Successful artist Caleb Everett lives each day with a real-time film inside his head, playing … murder. Since he was a child, Caleb has been able to see into the minds of killers. Working alongside veteran Homicide Detective Jack Rafferty, Caleb now uses his unique ability to balance the scales of justice.
With a new case afoot, Caleb is himself being targeted by a killer, and with attractive journalist Makayla Dawson on the scene, it becomes a race against time to save them all. With the odds savagely stacked against them, will this case take apart everything Caleb holds dear.
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