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“Can they, like get fingerprints from her neck? Can they catch the guy that way?” “This guy isn’t an amateur. He probably used gloves.” “How do you know he isn’t an amateur, Sherlock?” “There’s bruising on the left-hand knuckles, and on the sides of both hands. Probably would be on the right-hand knuckles, too, if we had them.” “She hit him,” Howie said. “She fought back.”

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I Hunt Killers

In this suspenseful story, teenage girl Jazz is raised by her father, a former hitman turned serial killer hunter. After her father is killed, Jazz must take on the role of hunter herself, following in his footsteps to track down and stop other serial killers. The novel delves into the complexities of family dynamics, the blurred lines between good and evil, and the psychological impact of growing up in such a dangerous world. more

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Barry Lyga
Barry Lyga

Barry Lyga is an American novelist known for his works focused on the themes of adolescence, exploring issues of identity, growth, and self-discovery. Born on September 11, 1971, his distinctive writing style has earned him a dedicated following among readers of all ages. more

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