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Jane Whitefield is a name to be whispered like a prayer. A shadow woman who rescues the helpless and the hunted when their enemies leave them no place to hide. Now with the bone-deep cunning of her Native American forebears, she arranges a vanishing act for Pete Hatcher, a Las Vegas gambling executive. It should be a piece of cake, but she doesn't yet know about Earl and Linda--professional destroyers who will cash in if Hatcher dies, killers who love to kill . . . slowly. From Vegas to upstate New York to the Rockies, the race between predator and prey slowly narrows until at last they share an intimacy broken only by death. . . .
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Jane Whitfield Novel: Shadow Woman, Thomas Perry
- Taal
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1998
- Bindwijze
- (Paperback),
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- Beschadigd
- Prijs
- € 10,38
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- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Thomas Perry
- Uitgever
- Ivy Books
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1998
- Formaat
- Paperback
- Aantal pagina's
- 432
- ISBN10
- 0804115397
- ISBN13
- 9780804115391
- Reeks
- Jane Whitefield
- Tags
- Fictie, Detectives & Thriller, Thrillers, Spanning, Verenigde Staten, Klassieke detectives, Serie, Moordenaars, Verdwijningen, Vermissingen
- Eerste editie
- 1997
- Oorspronkelijke titel
- The Shadow Woman
- Beoordeling
- 4,35 van 5
- Aantekening
- Jane Whitefield is a name to be whispered like a prayer. A shadow woman who rescues the helpless and the hunted when their enemies leave them no place to hide. Now with the bone-deep cunning of her Native American forebears, she arranges a vanishing act for Pete Hatcher, a Las Vegas gambling executive. It should be a piece of cake, but she doesn't yet know about Earl and Linda--professional destroyers who will cash in if Hatcher dies, killers who love to kill . . . slowly. From Vegas to upstate New York to the Rockies, the race between predator and prey slowly narrows until at last they share an intimacy broken only by death. . . .