A Meredeth Connelly Mind Hunt Thrillers Series

THEY CUT HIM OFF. HE CUTS THEM DOWN. The Highwayman delivers death and destruction. Road rage is his ritual - his obsession. Always at mile marker 33. Always brutal. This might be Special Agent Meredeth Connelly's toughest case yet. His crimes span the nation's highways. His gruesome deliveries are accelerating. She's spread too thin. She needs help - but at what cost? He's got full tanks. She's riding on empty. How do you track a killer who's miles away before anyone knows he's killed again? Eighteen wheels. One crowbar. Forty tons of rolling death. It will take a killer's insight to catch The Highwayman. But there's a price for such help, however. There's always a price - this time, perhaps more than she can pay.

HE LEADS A SATANIC CULT. SHE LEADS A TASK FORCE. People around Kahin Alshaytan go missing, and everyone asks the same question: Where have they gone? He claims people come and go as they please, and the local police can't find any evidence: no blood, no signs of a struggle, no bodies. Special Agent Meredeth Connelly develops a profile. Alshaytan offers to cooperate; she isn't convinced of his altruism. He claims he rules his followers with an iron fist, but his girlfriend smirks behind him. He likes to talk, likes to imply he's responsible for the missing people. Who is he protecting? Are they tracking one killer or two? Paranoid. Delusional. Megalomaniac. Killer? He claims to make sacrifices to the devil. What will she sacrifice to stop him?

CLOSER AND CLOSER, SHE COMES. FASTER AND FASTER, HE KILLS. The Ripper kills and kills and kills again, leaving their bodies where they fall. He cuts and cuts and cuts again, not content until he's killed them all. The weight of the world is on Special Agent Meredeth Connelly's shoulders. Madness has driven the Ripper into a frenzy. He moves to the rhythm of the knife, and each night, he takes another life. He leaves her messages. She's heard them all before Eight little whores with no chance of Heaven Seven little whores, beggin' for a shilling Six little whores, glad to be alive Two little whores, shivering with fright. With someone recreating Jack the Ripper's crimes, is any woman safe?