With Deadly Intent by K.A. RichardsonWith Deadly Intent by K.A. Richardson

With Deadly Intent

byK.A. Richardson

Paperback | April 14, 2016

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EVIDENCEWhen Crime Scene Manager, Cass Hunt, is called to a fatal road trafficcollision in the dead of night, not all is as it seems and the lastthing she expects is to end up working on a murder case with DCIAlex McKay.INVESTIGATIONMore gruesome murders, a dead dog, and a startling revelation has thewhole of the North East Police force reeling. Will they catch him beforehis latest prize becomes another victim and he fades into theshadows once more?DARKNESSFrom the tree-line, someone is watching, and he doesn't like wherethe investigation leads. Taking his time, he plans and executes eachkill. He will not rest until his job is complete.One thing's for certain, his intent is deadly, he's dangerous, and he'scoming for her.
KA Richardson lives in North East England with her very patient husband, Peter. She loves spending time in coffee shops - she says she is people watching but truth be told, it probably has more to do with plotting and building characters. She loves reading - many genres, enjoys sci-fi programmes as well as 'cop'. In her spare time,...
Title:With Deadly IntentFormat:PaperbackDimensions:251 pages, 7.8 × 5.08 × 0.55 inPublished:April 14, 2016Publisher:Caffeine Nights PublishingLanguage:English

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It was dark inside his mind. The kind of dark so black no number of lights could illuminate it. His hopes and dreams had been crushed by the weight of a thousand sins. Yet despite this he smiled, the corners of his mouth curving upwards towards the still, cold depths of his icy blue eyes. He could be charming, when he wanted, to men and women alike. But one look into those eyes, and you pulled back quickly, like a hand burnt by fire. The tiny hairs stood to attention on the back of your neck, and a shudder passed down your spine. And you knew that something just wasn't right.They say the eyes are the window to the soul, so what do you see when there is no soul? He had lost his, somewhere along the way. Or maybe it had just been replaced with something else. He had needs like everybody. He craved human contact at times; he ate and slept. But that was where the similarities ended. Physiologically he was human.Mentally he was something else. Dark desires filled his mind, ruling his every thought and whenever the need overtook him he acted on them. He loved, but he loved the things most people hate: pain, fear and death. And now, years after the animal torture, truancy and lies of his early life, he was finally free to do as he wished. At the learned age of forty-two, he was finally ready to re-enact all of his deepest fantasies. He had done his research, perfected his methods. Years of training had prepared him for this moment. He needed to feel - and he would do anything to make that happen. He carefully packed the rusted, red metal toolbox with the items he knew he would need. Then he went to the bathroom to prepare himself. There would be a wondrous show tonight - the first of its kind. A premiere.He smiled into the mirror at his theatrics. It would be a good show; a fantastic show, in fact. At least for him. He wasn't naive enough to believe his victim would enjoy it for one second. Well maybe one second: the instant when he chose to finish the performance with one last act. Another shiver of anticipation ran through him; this was the most excitement he had felt in forever. It felt good. He put on his dark jacket, tied his standard lace-ups, grabbed the toolbox and left.