Nowhere to Run
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When Liv Dugan ducks out of work for lunch, it's just an ordinary day. When she returns, she stumbles onto a massacre. All her colleagues at Zuma Software have been shot. Only luck has left Liv unscathed, and that might be running out. . .
Will Follow You
Liv suspects the shootings are tied to her past—and to the package she recently received from her long-dead adoptive mother. Sensing she's being followed, Liv jumps into a stranger's car and orders him to drive. Her "hostage" complies, listening carefully as her story unwinds. Skeptical at first, he ultimately begins to believe all Liv's fears are justified. . .
To Your Grave
Together, Liv and her unlikely confidant try to uncover the truth about her adoptive family, her birth parents, and her troubled childhood. Because somewhere in Liv's past is a secret worth killing for, and a nightmare she can never outrun. . .
Praise for Nancy Bush's Blind Spot
"Engrossing. . .twists you won't see coming!" —Karen Rose, New York Times bestselling author
"Atmospheric. . .sure to cause shivers." —Book Page
"Bush keeps the story moving quickly and ends with an unexpected twist." —Publishers Weekly
"Nancy Bush always delivers edge-of-your seat suspense!" —Lisa Jackson, New York Times bestselling autho
world’s time line though he understood it perfectly. “It had pictures of our mother and some other people inside.” She handed him the series of pictures she’d pored over throughout the last two days. This morning she’d decided to go visit her brother directly after work and see what he made of the package’s contents. “And it has my real birth certificate and several other papers.” “Who directed the lawyers?” “Our mother.” His eyes caught hers. “What?” Liv explained how the lawyers had gotten
schizophrenic. She was just . . . damaged . . . for lack of a better word. From the moment she’d discovered her mother’s body, she hadn’t been the same. An hour into the job, safely ensconced at her work station, which was about a hundred feet from the front doors and the floor-to-ceiling windows splayed with the Zuma Software red neon logo in script, backward from inside the building but dramatic nonetheless, she picked up the phone and dialed the number before her brain, with its strong
power. I had to rip it out of the charger when you came back.” He placed the phone in her hand, and she stared at it, wishing she knew one damn thing about cell phones. She pushed the green button and nothing happened. “You have to hold down the red button to turn it on, but it’s not going to work until it gets some power,” he said. “You were going to turn me in.” She felt betrayed. Ridiculous, but true. She sank back against the seat and covered her face in her hands, struggling for composure.
world he’d be back at his duplex, getting ready for football season and evicting his aggravating next-door tenants. But instead . . . He glanced at Liv, who was sitting at the kitchen table. He’d asked her if she’d like a sandwich, but she’d shaken her head and was just staring straight ahead, involved in some inner pathos. He’d made a sandwich for himself and felt like he’d been eating them forever, even though it had only been a few days. Even this morning’s Egg McMuffin hadn’t been much of a
and he was on his feet, sweeping up his phone. Another text came through just as he switched the screen to his caller list. When? September. Yup. God. Damn. It. Pulling up her profile, he hit the CALL button with repressed savagery. She answered after one ring and started in a surprised voice, “Well, well, well—” “She saw your text. And now she’s fled. I asked you not to. I wasn’t kidding around, Nine!” he bit out, cutting her off. “When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do