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A NEW ETHAN BUSH NOVEL
The FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit especial agent Ethan Bush must to investigate a serial killer in Nebraska...
A GRIPPING, HEART-STOPPING THRILLER
The monster lives in each one of us. We are beasts that have learned, over the centuries, to control ourselves, to restrain our basic instincts and live peacefully in society. We are, after all, fully domesticated and well-trained beasts.
Only on rare occasions, the wild animal that hides deep in our entrails goes on a rampage, giving rise to an insane nightmare...

If you enjoyed novels like 'The Silence of the Lambs' or TV series as 'Criminal Minds' or 'True Detective'... this is the story that you have been waiting for.
FROM THE NOVEL:
The county police had cordoned off the zone less than an hour after the boys' find. A pathologist established that the remains were human, although a large part of the skeleton was missing. In fact, what was missing was what would have been most helpful in the task of identifying the body: the cranium.
Do you have any clues as to how long have those bones been here? the sheriff asked, perplexed. His head was full of the terror that he knew would grab hold of his entire community just a few hours later.
Not long. And one of the boys has told us that he comes for walks in this area often and they weren't here a few days ago.
But this stiff croaked some years ago, don't you think? asked the sheriff, pointing at what looked like a tibia. Never in his life had he seen such a thing, and it perturbed him.
The pathologist looked at the grayish sky, where clouds were growing and thickening threatening to release a good downpour. But that storm would only be a child's game in comparison with what was hanging over the county where he lived.
I don't know, he replied, laconic.
What do you mean, you don't know? asked the sheriff, who felt he'd got a completely senseless answer. These were the remains of a skeleton; therefore one didn't need to be an eminence in medicine to deduct that the guy, no matter who the hell he or she was, would have stopped breathing a very long time ago.
These bones have been thoroughly cleaned. They have been manipulated. Without studying them in detail, right now I can't tell you if the owner died yesterday or over ten years ago.

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If you enjoyed novels like The Silence of the Lambs or TV series as Criminal Minds or True Detective... this is the story that you have been waiting for.
FROM THE NOVEL:
The county police had cordoned off the zone less than an hour after the boys find. A pathologist established that the remains were human, although a large part of the skeleton was missing. In fact, what was missing was what would have been most helpful in the task of identifying the body: the cranium.
"Do you have any clues as to how long have those bones been here?" the sheriff asked, perplexed. His head was full of the terror that he knew would grab hold of his entire community just a few hours later.
"Not long. And one of the boys has told us that he comes for walks in this area often and they werent here a few days ago."
"But this stiff croaked some years ago, dont you think?" asked the sheriff, pointing at what looked like a tibia. Never in his life had he seen such a thing, and it perturbed him.
The pathologist looked at the grayish sky, where clouds were growing and thickening threatening to release a good downpour. But that storm would only be a childs game in comparison with what was hanging over the county where he lived.
"I dont know," he replied, laconic.
"What do you mean, you dont know?" asked the sheriff, who felt hed got a completely senseless answer. These were the remains of a skeleton; therefore one didnt need to be an eminence in medicine to deduct that the guy, no matter who the hell he or she was, would have stopped breathing a very long time ago.
"These bones have been thoroughly cleaned. They have been manipulated. Without studying them in detail, right now I cant tell you if the owner died yesterday or over ten years ago."

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