Hunting Time

A seasoned reward hunter faces a race against time where life is on the line… Colter Shaw’s services are requested by the owner of an advanced technology company whose security has been seriously compromised. And he doesn't yet know that his key designer, Allison Parker, will soon be missing too. The divorced mother of a sixteen-year-old daughter put her abusive ex-husband behind bars in the past. Now he's been granted early release and makes no secret of his thirst for revenge. And Jon Merritt is not to be underestimated – the once-respected detective from the local police department is a classic sociopath, possessing not only aggressive tendencies but also an irresistible charm, and he still has contacts among both law enforcement and hardened criminals. But the hunted Allison, in addition to a strong maternal instinct, possesses a range of other skills and knowledge that make her a truly difficult prey. Can Colter Shaw track down the mother and daughter before the raging Jon or the pair of sadistic killers he has hired catch up with them? The fourth in a series of stories featuring private investigator Colter Shaw, in which the talented tracker and experienced survivalist faces a dangerous mission in the remote corners of the American Midwest. “A fun, engaging, and suspenseful thriller that I recommend to all fans of the crime genre.” – from reader reviews on Goodreads.com “Hunting Time proves that Jeffery Deaver is still at the top of his creative game.” – Bookreporter.com “The best Colter Shaw instalment yet, which you can read even without knowledge of the previous ones.” – from reader reviews on Databazeknih.cz They walked out of the door and headed for Moll’s Ford Transit, which was the most comfortable vehicle ever created in Detroit. As soon as they got in, Moll noticed Desmond frowning thoughtfully. “I just don't know,” he mumbled under his breath. Could today's job be bothering him that much? Desmond had no problem killing a meth cook, an OxyContin dealer, a snitch, a witness about to give damning testimony – that was all part of the daily grind. But Moll wasn't sure if his partner had ever killed an innocent woman. Would it be a problem? He had to find out. And preferably right away. “What's up?” he asked. “What are you mulling over?” “I just don't know,” Desmond repeated with a shrug. “I still can't decide what we should have afterwards. Fried chicken? Or some Chinese? I really don't know.” Moll thought for a moment. “Something grilled. At that new steakhouse on Castle Drive.” Desmond's spirits lifted considerably. “Oh, yeah. Good call.” – excerpt from the book