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An ordinary weekday morning in the quiet little town of Lake Haven in upstate New York. Bobbi arrives at work—only to find the parking lot cordoned off with yellow crime-scene tape. She sees her co-worker Harriet's car. Blood splashed across the front seats—a lot of blood. It's Lake Haven's first murder in 18 years. No witnesses. No apparent motive. The tight-knit little community is terrified. And Bobbi is the most scared of all. Because it should have been her working last night's shift. Not Harriet.

Katie is out for an early-morning jog when she notices a white minivan parked nearby. A baby's cry echoes from inside. Concerned, she stops to investigate. Then—everything goes black. She wakes up in the back of the van. Her wrists are tied with plastic straps, and a baby doll lies discarded near her head. There are two men. One is driving. The other crouches beside her, his face hidden behind a balaclava. She catches a glimpse of his beard-stubbled chin.

A quiet Manhattan street. Kristie Fain is walking to the train when she is snatched by a couple of strangers. Special Agent Shannon Ames has just been reassigned to the New York Field Office, the biggest in the country. Since Kristie Fain is an aide to a US Senator, Shannon and her FBI team are given the case. It’s immediately clear it’s anything but straightforward. Fain’s boyfriend, a rich Peruvian musician, is hiding something. Senator Nickerson’s staff are cooperative, but don’t seem to be sharing all they know.

A young girl, Kasey, is murdered in the woods of northern New York, a strange symbol carved into her stomach. Investigator Reed Raleigh, Major Crimes, is tasked with finding the killer. Reed has his own troubles, but he desperately needs to solve this case—his own stepdaughter vanished when she was a teenager, and Reed knows all about the agony of having no closure. There's no way he's letting Kasey’s mother go through that. But as Reed begins to dig, the case grows ever more complex. Why is Kasey’s boyfriend acting so strangely? And why is her mother lying to the police?

Mike and Callie Simpkins moved north to restart their lives and get their finances back on track. Their son Braxton immerses himself in an online game-world of crime and gangs. When he decides to meet some of the players in the real world, tragedy strikes. Detective John Swift must untangle a web of virtual and real crimes in order to solve this complex mystery. And as the family copes with unimaginable grief, even Braxton’s stepfather, Mike, comes under suspicion.

Who is murdering female college students, and can they be stopped? The only link between the victims is their participation in an unusual psychology experiment. Leading the investigation is Detective Dana Gates. She has a past no one talks about and a husband and daughters she hardly ever sees. She’s a dedicated, by-the-book investigator. And now a serial killer is ripping through the local college campus, and everything she knows is going to change.

Kelly Roth, FBI profiler, returns home to Syracuse to stop a sadistic serial killer. Three murders in three separate jurisdictions in central New York State have the same pattern: women killed by fatal headshots from a hunting rifle. Kelly Roth is sent from Virginia to help the local police. Each victim was found murdered in a remote area or in a quiet park. The media call him “The Park Killer.” But Kelly doesn’t think the killer lurks in the bushes. She thinks he hunts his victims somewhere else.

An empty house on the edge of town … a teddy bear abandoned … a half drunk glass of wine … the TV left on and all the computer equipment missing. Where have Hutchinson Kemp and his wife and two children gone? Detective Rondeau is on the verge of cracking up as he pursues the trail of the film-maker and his family who have disappeared without a trace. Rondeau discovers disturbing evidence that big money and government might have something to do with the chilling crime but no one seems to believe him anymore.

It’s him. Tom. I helped put his mom in prison for life. She killed his father. I recognize the sharp nose and flare to the nostrils. His thick eyebrows and defined cheekbones. But mostly it’s the eyes. Sea green.

FBI Agent Shannon Ames is headed to the north country for some much-needed R&R when a sudden ice storm traps her in the small hamlet of Long Lake, NY. But the storm isn’t her only problem: As she rolls into town, she finds a body by the side of the road.

On her drive to work, Heather Moss gets a phone call that will turn her life upside-down. The caller knows where her kids are, what they are wearing, and even what Heather is doing herself at that very moment. If she doesn’t do what he wants, her two little girls will die. Then an inmate dies in the county jail. He was a witness who could have brought down notorious criminal Mario Palumbo.

A hurricane is due to hit Florida hard. Two men take the opportunity to rob an expensive home. Surprised by neighbors, the burglars kill two people...and seven-year-old girl Lemon Madras disappears. Is the little girl dead or alive? Agent Tom Lange is taken off suspension and brought in to find her.

A woman’s body is found floating in a sultry Florida mangrove. She has no ID, and there is no indication of cause of death. Who is she? Who killed her? Everyone has dark secrets that will be revealed. Rookie Detective Tom Lange couldn’t have landed a more difficult first case. The only thing he has to go on is the woman’s butterfly tattoo. His boss, Lauren Blythe, piles the pressure on, and the medical examiner won’t tell him what he needs to know.

Struggling with the guilt she feels for shooting and killing a drug dealer during her freshman case, Special Agent Shannon Ames is thrown back in the deep end when former federal prosecutor Lucy Donato goes missing. The case takes a surprising turn when Lucy’s bookish husband Bob is caught on camera fleeing the state with his two small children. Has he done something to his wife? Is he a danger to the kids? There’s definitely something off about Bob, because it soon becomes clear he isn’t stopping for anyone.

Two beautiful young women are found strangled, their bodies meticulously washed and groomed. The only thing they have in common: Both worked as reporters for local TV stations. A coincidence? Or something more sinister? Rookie Special Agent Shannon Ames is assigned to the case and soon impresses with her brilliant intuition and startling ability to think outside the box. But as Shannon takes a more prominent role in the investigation, she finds herself drawn into a deadly dance with a master of deception.

A serial killer in New York’s South Bronx district is targeting clients of local sex workers. The victims, all male, are either burned alive or beaten to death. With the body count mounting and no real leads, the FBI decides to put someone in undercover. Enter rookie agent Shannon Ames. Suited for deep cover work because she is single and without family ties, Shannon is young enough to pass herself off as a working girl. But spending her nights on the streets as she hunts for the killer takes its toll.

The phone rings. One of Brendan Healy's oldest and best friends is dead. Healy must return home to Hawthorne to find out why. Meanwhile, Agent Jennifer Aiken is investigating the same dark conspiracy involving politicians, prostitution, and black markets. The trail will put both her and Brendan's lives in mortal danger, as well as introducing Healy to the fascinating young woman Sloane Dewan, who may hold the key to it all.

Find out the truth in this intense conclusion to the best-selling thriller series. Will former detective Brendan Healy survive, and can Agent Jennifer Aiken finally expose the conspiracy which is exploiting young women and goes to the heart of government?

Newlyweds Brett and Emily Larson move into their dream home, an idyllic farmhouse deep in the Adirondacks. Their whole lives are ahead of them... and Emily has just found out she's pregnant. Brett is digging up the old cow pasture to create the perfect garden. His shovel hits a rock. But as he scrapes the soil away, he realizes it's something else. A bone. And there's another one. Emily comes out from the kitchen with iced tea. She crouches over the bones. "They look human," she says. "That one's a leg bone. A femur."

I catch them together at 6:52 in the morning, lying in bed like newlyweds. His face was buried in her mass of dark hair. For a moment, I think I must be dreaming. "I've never seen her before in my life," he says, looking at me. But before I even know how to respond, two men break down the front door. Pound up the stairs. I run, but I can't hide. They take us to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I'm trapped with a man who I thought I was going to marry, but who swears he doesn't even know me. And then he looks me right in the eye and whispers: "I'm sorry."