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Detective Damien Drake is back, but after what happened with the Butterfly Killer, he's no longer associated with the NYPD. Now Drake heads his own PI firm, which specializes in dealing with paranoid housewives and rich suburbanites suspicious that their nannies are stealing their silverware. That is until a visitor comes to him with a series of photographs of dead people. The problem is, no one believes that the victims in the images have actually been murdered.

Twelve Years. It’s been twelve years since the last time I heard from the Aldridge family. That one voicemail changes everything - I need the money the late William offers. In exchange, I have to live eighteen months in Baker’s Creek. I’ve survived cancer, the jungle, and the plague. This should be easy compared to all that, right? Or so I think until...I see him.

Beckett knows he should ignore the ignominious words of a previously unknown pastor that find their way into his inbox. He also knows that it's not just the wrath of a man in cloth he risks infuriating should he decide to investigate, but changing his vacation is guaranteed to piss off his girlfriend, Suzan Cuthbert. But extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, and Beckett refuses to let anyone make a mockery of his profession, especially not a snake oil salesman sporting a glorified nightie.

To Senior Medical Examiner Dr. Beckett Campbell, the Hippocratic Oath has always been more of a suggestion than a guiding principle.... Beckett is no ordinary forensic pathologist, which is why he's not surprised when a container with expertly removed organs arrives on his desk. What is alarming, however, is the note that accompanies it...the note that suggests this is only the beginning, that more are on their way.

More mockery. More mayhem. More murder. Your favorite homicidal forensic pathologist Dr. Beckett Campbell is back! And this time, it appears that he might have someone on his side, someone who understands him, someone who has his back no matter what. But there is no such thing as a free lunch, nor are there drugs without side-effects. Before he can wrap his head around what, exactly, he's gotten into, Beckett finds himself tangled in a messy web of lies, deceit, and most importantly of all, relationship troubles.

Beckett's back, but this time he isn't worried about a new tattoo...unless it's a prison tat, that is. He should have seen this coming; After all, a person can only go around extracting his unique brand of justice for so long without drawing unwanted attention. Caught between a scalpel and a bedpan, only an unlikely ally can help keep him out of prison. But this will require revealing his true self, including the icky parts that Beckett has never shown to anyone. This also means putting the people he cares for in danger.

FBI Medical Examiner Dr. Jessica Coran's talents have been requested in Philadelphia in the wake of a series of bizarre murders attributed to a maniac called The Poet. His calling card is a scroll of human parchment engraved with toxic verse.

DR. JESSICA CORAN A brilliant and determined FBI medical examiner, she was an expert student of the criminal mind who thought she could face anything. That was before Wisconsin. Before she saw one of his victims... THE VAMPIRE KILLER The FBI agent had a special code name for his unusual method of torture: Tort 9, the draining of the victims blood. The newspapers called him the Vampire-Killer. But his own twisted love letters were signed "Teach"... and were addressed to the one woman he wanted most of all: His hunter, his prey, Dr. Jessica Coran.

A strange case takes Dr. Jessica Coran and her team on a 70-foot dive off the Coast of Nantucket Island to do a crime scene investigation inside a sunken yacht, the Promises Fulfilled. Within the eerie confines of the underwater sepulcher, Jessica and the others discover more questions than answers. Even with the help of the famous undersea explorer, Dr. Bob Ballard of Titanic fame, on raising the yacht, more questions mount as there is no evidence whatsoever as to precisely how the ship went down, and later, on autopsy, Jessica discovers no one on board had saltwater in their lungs.