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Death Game [MultiFormat]
eBook by Cheryl Swanson
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Cooper O'Brien knows all about deception--human or otherwise. Confronted with the videotape of her younger brother murdering another boy in cold blood, she refuses to believe it despite overwhelming evidence and her own knowledge of how unstable Jimmie is. Still, with all his faults, nothing will convince her he has the capacity for murder, and she intends to prove it. As she digs deeper into the mystery, Cooper uncovers a plot beyond anything she could have imagined--and that's going a long way. Nothing, she discovers, is what it seems to be, and people she thought she knew turn into strangers with hidden agendas. Time is running out as Cooper faces a challenge she never anticipated and may not survive--along with untold thousands of innocent people.
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.6 MB], eReader (PDB) [290 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [290 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [258 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [242 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [307 KB], hiebook (KML) [662 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [336 KB], iSilo (PDB) [238 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [297 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [340 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [378 KB]
Words: 86987
Reading time: 248-347 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-55410-326-3 / 978-1-55410-326-6
 
The other boy handled the gun like a professional. He bent his knees slightly into a shooting position. Both hands were crimped tightly around the revolver, holding it at eye level. There was no wavering. No further bluster.
"Game over, you lose," he said. He was no longer screaming. His voice was calm. Cold.
Stephen started to move just as the shooter pulled the trigger; we heard the gunshot through the fuzzy audio. A single, crackling report. Stephen seemed to accordion into himself. He fell under the arcade machine and didn't move.
The other boy went into action, raced out of the room; his face came into view as he ran. A blurry view, because he was moving fast, but the image could be frozen. A picture could be created, good enough for identification.
One thing we could see clearly--the words across his T-shirt, in big crimson letters.
TOXIC AVENGER
But I didn't need that. I knew the face just as I'd known the voice. It was Jimmie. I'd just seen my brother kill another boy in cold blood.
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