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“You're not a killer," I whisper one last time. Then I drop to the ground, twisting as I roll to light up his form with my flashlight. Inside Vaughn's cabin, Aolani pulls the trigger. A single crack. Brent crumples where he stands. "But now I am," I finish.”

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Still See You Everywhere

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Lisa Gardner
Lisa Gardner

Lisa Gardner is a renowned American suspense novel author. Her works are known for their tense and gripping plots and well-developed characters. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, her novels have been widely popular since the early 2000s. more

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