Status Updates From Deathscape (Broslin Creek, #2)

After several disappointing romantic suspenses, finally one that seems better !

Seconds passed before he understood that he’d been packed into some cold, tight space—then another second before he realized he was buried. If there’d been anything in his clenched stomach, he might have thrown up and choked himself to death. As it was, he only heaved as disjointed memories floated back, vignettes from hell—the worst torture man could devise, and no food or water, no clothes.

Until the end of the school year. Then her daughter would come home–if Ashley could fix herself by then. She had four months to get her act together, wrestle down her demons, and prove to her father that she was back to normal. No more depression, no more paralyzing anxiety.

Anyone could follow a guy into a dark alley and shoot him in the back. But a quick death was not what he had in mind for today. Detective Sullivan had dogged him for too long, had caused too much trouble. Outsmarting the guy over the years might have provided some amusement, but not enough to let him live. He’d reached too close this time.