A NEW ETHAN BUSH NOVEL
The FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit especial agent Ethan Bush must to investigate a serial killer in Nebraska...
A GRIPPING, HEART-STOPPING THRILLER
The monster lives in each one of us. We are beasts that have learned, over the centuries, to control ourselves, to restrain our basic instincts and live peacefully in society. We are, after all, fully domesticated and well-trained beasts.
Only on rare occasions, the wild animal that hides deep in our entrails goes on a rampage, giving rise to an insane nightmare...
If you enjoyed novels like 'The Silence of the Lambs' or TV series as 'Criminal Minds' or 'True Detective'... this is the story that you have been waiting for.
FROM THE NOVEL:
The county police had cordoned off the zone less than an hour after the boys' find. A pathologist established that the remains were human, although a large part of the skeleton was missing. In fact, what was missing was what would have been most helpful in the task of identifying the body: the cranium.
"Do you have any clues as to how long have those bones been here?" the sheriff asked, perplexed. His head was full of the terror that he knew would grab hold of his entire community just a few hours later.
"Not long. And one of the boys has told us that he comes for walks in this area often and they weren't here a few days ago."
"But this stiff croaked some years ago, don't you think?" asked the sheriff, pointing at what looked like a tibia. Never in his life had he seen such a thing, and it perturbed him.
The pathologist looked at the grayish sky, where clouds were growing and thickening threatening to release a good downpour. But that storm would only be a child's game in comparison with what was hanging over the county where he lived.
"I don't know," he replied, laconic.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" asked the sheriff, who felt he'd got a completely senseless answer. These were the remains of a skeleton; therefore one didn't need to be an eminence in medicine to deduct that the guy, no matter who the hell he or she was, would have stopped breathing a very long time ago.
"These bones have been thoroughly cleaned. They have been manipulated. Without studying them in detail, right now I can't tell you if the owner died yesterday or over ten years ago."
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The second Ethan Bush Series novel.
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Chapter I
That guy had been walking his dog for at least a couple of hours, trying to pass the time and not get under anyone’s feet at home, whilst his son and his wife busied themselves preparing an exquisite dinner consisting of a perfectly cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, cider, and for dessert, a delicious pumpkin pie. Later it would be his turn to clear the table and do the washing-up. It was a fair division of labor, although he hated doing the dishes. But it was worth it. Thanksgiving only came around once a year.
He had wandered those dried-up roads, hardened by the first autumnal frosts, hundreds of times, and one could say that he knew them better than his own bedroom. The truth was that he never got tired of them, because their rugged beauty helped him forget a past full of ample avenues, pollution and the deafening noise of traffic. That was probably the reason he immediately realized that some bushes on the right side of the path he was following were slightly squashed. Curiosity made him enter the undergrowth, as he imagined that, with a bit of luck, he’d bump into a naughty badger, a shy fox or a raccoon.
He’d just taken his smartphone out of one of the pockets of his cargo trousers, intent on taking a half-decent picture of whatever he’d find hiding there, so he could proudly share it with his family later, when the barking of his dog made him jump. It was only a few steps ahead of him, and it seemed to have found something really interesting. The man thought it would likely be a small dead animal, and he approached with certain apprehension. Five years of living surrounded by nature had not yet managed to change the man, who had been a Wall Street broker for two decades, to the wild world, and that old persona would stir in his guts often, trying again to take charge of a life that had become much more peaceful.
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