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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: If killing could be a profession, Frank Spain would be a master. He knows how to deal out death better than any specialist in the business, but when his daughter Tiff becomes a sex object in a nasty porno flick game, Frank is out to seek revenge like never before. Homicide Detective Jack Eichord has never been dealt such a grisly case, but as he traces evidence cross-country in pursuit of the killer, he learns how pleasurable murder has become for Frank Spain and how horrid it's becoming for his victims.

eBook Publisher: e-reads, Published: 1988
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2001

22 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [889 KB], eReader (PDB) [302 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [301 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [264 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [252 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [317 KB], hiebook (KML) [656 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [307 KB], iSilo (PDB) [249 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [308 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [341 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [405 KB]
Words: 92131
Reading time: 263-368 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"Gutsy, bucket-of-blood suspense!"--Stephen King "Terrific…Rex Miller writes like a truck driver tailgating you at 80 MPH."--Graham Masterton "What Miller [has] is a robust imagination and a turbocharged prose style."--Booklist

Another tear splashed down on the expensive wood. It was hard, orange-and-black-grained cocobolo with alternate inserts of dense, reddish-tan tulipwood from Brazil. A trickle of tears had caught in the lashes at the corner of her eye and now they spilled over, dripping down her cheek and onto the arm of the love seat in her richly appointed bedroom. The tears beaded up on the arm of a piece of furniture that had cost more than some men bring home in a month. Yet, to her, the elegant surroundings were nothing more than a comfortable prison.

Her name was Tiff. She was fourteen years old. She was crying because she was sad, hurt, angry, frustrated, and frightened. She was a good girl. Why was this happening to her? How could her mother have deserted them? How could her father have treated her the way he had? One day everything had been so nice and overnight it all went bad, and what had she done to deserve this? I'm all alone now, she thought, and her shoulders shook with convulsive sobs. Crying her eyes out, as the saying goes...