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A heart-wrenching thriller that explores the nature of love, and the evil that threatens it. Easter Quillby: Wade disappeared on us when I was six, and I never saw him again until I turned twelve, after Mom was buried. She always said he was a loser, even if he was our dad, but it turns out he was much more than that. He was also a thief. Like he was on the day he stole me and my little sister. Bobby Pruitt: Wade took everything. My career. My health. My freedom. He screwed me and then he put me in jail. But now Iâe(tm)m out and Iâe(tm)ve got a new reason to find him. Because Wade made a big mistake, and now someone wants him dead. And thatâe(tm)s where I come in . . .
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This Dark Road to Mercy. Schaut nicht zurück, englische Ausgabe, Wiley Cash
- Lingua
- Pubblicato
- 2015
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- (In brossura)
Metodi di pagamento
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- Lingua
- Inglese
- Autori
- Wiley Cash
- Editore
- Random House UK
- Pubblicato
- 2015
- Formato
- In brossura
- Pagine
- 304
- ISBN10
- 0552778214
- ISBN13
- 9780552778213
- Serie
- Tag
- Narrativa, Gialli & Thriller, Amore, Thriller, Tensione, USA, Relazioni, Giallo classico, Memorie, Denaro, Investigazione, Rapimenti, Relazioni Familiari, Lettere, Sorelle, Padre, Stati Uniti meridionali, Persecuzione, Baseball, Carolina del Nord
- Valutazione
- 3,75 su 5
- Descrizione
- A heart-wrenching thriller that explores the nature of love, and the evil that threatens it. Easter Quillby: Wade disappeared on us when I was six, and I never saw him again until I turned twelve, after Mom was buried. She always said he was a loser, even if he was our dad, but it turns out he was much more than that. He was also a thief. Like he was on the day he stole me and my little sister. Bobby Pruitt: Wade took everything. My career. My health. My freedom. He screwed me and then he put me in jail. But now Iâe(tm)m out and Iâe(tm)ve got a new reason to find him. Because Wade made a big mistake, and now someone wants him dead. And thatâe(tm)s where I come in . . .