T.J. Spade
He drew a shuddering breath of clean air, shook his head to settle his muddled brain and instinctively groped a hand over the duvet for Makayla. She was there, as she had been for months. Damn if that didn’t make him the luckiest man alive. He only took a moment to stroke the black-as-night hair curling around her bare shoulders and trail a fingertip down the pale expanse of her back. Cold. Caleb took the time to pull the covers up higher over her body; even in sleep Makayla snuggled down into their warmth and gave a contented sigh.
Caleb Everett knows murder. He’s seen inside the minds of psychopaths, sociopaths and the deranged, and witnessed crimes of passion, hate, opportunity and revenge. But Caleb Everett isn’t a profiler or a cop … he’s a psychic.
Teaming up with Homicide Detective Jack Rafferty, he uses his ability to catch murderers before they kill again, and potential murderers before they kill at all. This time around Caleb has two cases demanding his attention; one perpetrator out for revenge and a serial killer sending sinners to Hell at the flick of a match. And if that isn’t enough to deal with, Caleb also has a target on his back.
Someone wants his world to unravel and is plucking at the threads. If Caleb succeeds in solving these cases will he be damning himself by saving the innocent?
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