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Chapters (39)
  1. NEVER DIE ALONE
  2. Books by Lisa Jackson
  3. Title Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. EPILOGUE
  38. Teaser chapter
  39. Copyright Page

Montoya laughed as they walked out of the office and down the hallway, but Bentz didn’t quite let go of his dark, worrisome thoughts about Father John.

He hated that son of a bitch.

As the moon rose over the bayou, he climbed into his new cabin situated over the water. The night was sticky, the mosquitoes thick. He’d been quiet. Leaving well enough alone, but the itch was with him again, the need firing his blood, the sound of bullfrogs and crickets reminding him it was time to hunt.

He switched on the radio and listened to her voice, low and sexy, offering up advice over the airways. He thought of calling her. It was so much easier now with cell phones, but he waited and eyed the cassock hanging from its hook. Detective Bentz would be expecting that move and there was no way Father John was going to be outfoxed by the cop who’d nearly killed him. Oh, no. Their dance wasn’t over. Not yet.

“Just you wait,” he whispered into the night.

Closing his eyes for a second, he listened to the sounds of the bayou and heard a fish jump as he reached for his rosary, the beads winking blood red in the lantern’s glow. For a few minutes, he ran the string lovingly through his fingers. But it didn’t feel quite right, he thought, opening his eyes to the night. Finding his file, he set to work, sharpening each bead to a razor-sharp point, making certain that the wire he’d used to string the beads together in their unique pattern was strong.

Sooner or later the urge would overtake him again.

He could only fight it so long.

And then it was simple: He would have to kill again.

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoyed Never Die Alone. I’m lucky that I can revisit some of my favorite characters.

Recently I was asked to write a sequel to Deep Freeze and Fatal Burn, two of my most popular novels that are currently being repackaged and republished in December 2015 and February 2016. This new novel, After She’s Gone, takes up about a decade after the first two books end.

In Deep Freeze, Jenna Hughes along with her two daughters has escaped the glam and glitz of Hollywood. Little does the ex-actress know that an obsessed fan, one with murderous intent has stalked her all the way to the shores of the Columbia River and the small town she now calls home. Not only is she in danger, but both of her daughters, Cassie and Allie, too, are in the maniac’s brutal plans.