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Is he the man Tori Yates has been looking for? He is a handsome, well respected attorney, flying her over the city at sunset in a single engine airplane. She feels the possibility of a budding romance in the air. Soon, however, he is embroiled in a death penalty trial, representing an alleged serial killer who is none other than the Commonwealth Attorney himself. The defendant claims, like everyone else, that he is innocent, that he was “set up,” but the evidence against him is overwhelming. No one thinks he has a chance. Tori is the only one who can track down the real killer and save two lives in the bargain, not to mention her own. She learns of a convicted killer in Phoenix, Arizona, awaiting his date with the electric chair in two weeks, who also claims to have been set up. The facts of his case are eerily similar to those in the trial in Lexington. Could he and the Commonwealth attorney in Lexington, Kentucky, both have been set up by the same evil genius? The trial ends in a flurry, when the real killer realizes that Tori is on to him, and he sets out to shut her up. Permanently. She has other plans, but can she outsmart him in their private, personal battle of wits?The climax is a thrilling, unusual, high speed chase in two single engine airplanes, where the pursued becomes the pursuer, and the tree lined hills just below their wingtips await the slightest miscalculation.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Is he the man Tori Yates has been looking for? He is a handsome, well respected attorney, flying her over the city at sunset in a single engine airplane. She feels the possibility of a budding romance in the air. Soon, however, he is embroiled in a death penalty trial, representing an alleged serial killer who is none other than the Commonwealth Attorney himself. The defendant claims, like everyone else, that he is innocent, that he was “set up,” but the evidence against him is overwhelming. No one thinks he has a chance. Tori is the only one who can track down the real killer and save two lives in the bargain, not to mention her own. She learns of a convicted killer in Phoenix, Arizona, awaiting his date with the electric chair in two weeks, who also claims to have been set up. The facts of his case are eerily similar to those in the trial in Lexington. Could he and the Commonwealth attorney in Lexington, Kentucky, both have been set up by the same evil genius? The trial ends in a flurry, when the real killer realizes that Tori is on to him, and he sets out to shut her up. Permanently. She has other plans, but can she outsmart him in their private, personal battle of wits?The climax is a thrilling, unusual, high speed chase in two single engine airplanes, where the pursued becomes the pursuer, and the tree lined hills just below their wingtips await the slightest miscalculation.