William J. Coughlin

The restaurant was full, the tables occupied by the rich and those who hoped to become rich. It was a quiet place where conver-sations were private and laughter muted. A network anchorman dined one table away. from a male movie star whose career was enjoying new life since he had become the lead in...

A gerinc megtört. In a twisted trail of blood, he spelled out his name, The Stalking Man, hunting women in cities across the country the way his father had once taught him to hunt deer. He loved the moment of terror frozen on their faces when the all-too-horrifying realization would hit them-they...

Cfiapter 1 /AM never at my best in the early morning, especially the cold mornings you get in the Yorkshire spring, with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears. It was a cheerless time, and a particularly bad time to be...

he jury came in just after four o'clock. It was Halloween, and they wanted to get home before dark. There wasn't anyone in Detroit who didn't want to get home before dark. It hadn't been much of a trial, just one day, although the charge of armed robbery was serious even in Detroit's...