Amber Hagerman Killer Novels & Stories

At the end, there was a note: “To our twins, Vhynz and Samantha, First of all, we were so sorry to robbed you of the truth that you were not just twins. You were triplets. And this island, this was not bought for the slaughter business of us alone. This was bought to become a refuge for your sister, Agatha. We apologize for not allowing you to meet her because she was a dangerous person. In fact, she was the most dangerous person you could ever meet. This slaughter was for her, and for her serial killer personality. Yes, you read it right. If ever the time comes you find this note and realize a lot of murders had already occured in our place, it is probably she did it all herself. She was bo

His voice came out soft but firm, “Amber Banks, can you tell me what happened in there?” Amber, who had been staring at the ligature marks on her wrists the entire time finally looked up. “Yes,” her voice was hoarse. She swallowed and a single tear slid down her cheek, “I killed him. I killed Liam Smith.”

It would make no difference for her, but if she could provide them with a suspect, it was a possibility that she could prevent anyone else from experiencing the same hell she just went through. Watson stretched her back and absently smoothed her dark brown hair as she stared at the nightmarish images in front of her. Due to the athletic nature of the victims, the local media had taken to calling the perpetrator the Jogging Path Killer. Each woman had been surprised on an evening jog, dragged into the underbrush, and had her throat slashed. Ages ranged from eighteen-year-old Jasmin Brown to fifty-seven-year-old Judy Kessler. There was no rhyme or reason, no connection, and no precedence, save

Since it displayed Nick as a total, raving lunatic, should he ever come out and talk about THEM, no one would ever believe him anyway. I turn my attention to the most recent string of murders, which will hopefully be the most useful in helping me figure out how to track down this sonofabitch. Thirteen people killed, so far. The first was Susan Baker. Twenty-one. Caucasian. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Five-foot-three. Her body was found, eviscerated, in the middle of Chester Park. Next was Adam Jackson. Forty-five. African-American. Six-foot-two. Found, also eviscerated, in an apartment complex dumpster.

It was her blossoming relationship with Erikson that had sent her rejected ex, the arrogant doctor, spiraling into a sexual assault and killing spree that had spanned more than a decade. She was the woman he'd fixated on so much that each of his victims, both before and after her assault, had resembled her. The one woman he'd obsessed over so profoundly that once he’d found her again, he’d lured her—at tremendous risk and expense— to Moab. Risk and expense that had exposed him, and still he’d returned for her when the FBI was closing in after the hiker, Celina Baumann’s death. And gone after her now, in the very lion's den, even amid a massive manhunt.

Seven years ago, Gareth Lancaster, my husband, whom I loved dearly, had me exiled to the Everfrost Plains. It was there that I met my tragic death. Now, after seven years had passed, he brought my older sister, Jillian Fawkes, over in his arms. He proclaimed that he wanted to carve out my heart. When he found out that I was dead, he was furious. He grabbed my daughter, Ivory Fawkes, by the collar and hoisted her into the air.

Jake and Mike also wore special latex gloves to avoid touching the specimens carelessly. "Detective Emerson, this is the report from the three victims. Number one, 24 years old, Elisabeth Morgan worked as a cashier at the Holland Mart on Ballmoore Street. Her boss reported she was missing yesterday after the morning she was found burned," said Dr Emma. Now, they walked to the other cadaver table.

"That's where the juicy detail comes in. You see, out of anger, Sage gave us some info about the killer of her brother. And Vance and I think that it's Amelia." My frown deepened. "How can you be so sure it was her?" "Because Sage mentioned that they wanted her dead so that they could eat her alive which basically mean only one thing." "The Hibernation Crave," I said, finally grasping what she was implying. "But that longevity method was already prohibited by our law many years ago."