Hunter's Prey: Sophia Blake Mysteries
Chicago bleeds in silence.
Not the kind you hear in news clips or city council statements. No. This city leaks truth the way a corpse leaks warmth-slow, ugly, and usually too late.
The rich build their castles in glass towers and gated estates, but steel fences don't stop bullets. And when the masks slip, when power turns to rot, even the kings and queens of the city end up face-down in their own blood.
Detective Sophia Blake has walked through it all-the junkie shootouts in Garfield Park, the domestic horrors in Roseland, the bodies dumped along the Calumet River like forgotten trash. She knows Chicago doesn't just have monsters. It makes them. Molds them. Protects them with politics and money and the silence of people too scared to scream.
But even Sophia wasn't ready for the Liard scene.
Jake Liard-pharma god, billionaire CEO-strung up with his wife like a butcher's prize. A message stapled to their chests in blood-soaked defiance: "I know what you did."
It wasn't just murder. It was an execution. A statement.
And that statement would echo across every glass high-rise and backroom handshake in the city.
From the first shot fired, it was war. Not the kind fought with gangs on corners. This one was cleaner, richer, more methodical. It cut through Chicago's elite like a scalpel. Precise. Punishing. And very, very personal.
Sophia didn't have tech teams or federal clearance. She didn't have time for politics or patience. What she had was instinct. Steel nerves. And a .40 caliber Glock she wasn't afraid to use.
She would follow the blood. From penthouses to dirty precinct closets. Through boardrooms and bars. Across the bodies of men who thought themselves untouchable.
Because someone was hunting them.
And Sophia Blake was the only one hunting the hunter.
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Not the kind you hear in news clips or city council statements. No. This city leaks truth the way a corpse leaks warmth-slow, ugly, and usually too late.
The rich build their castles in glass towers and gated estates, but steel fences don't stop bullets. And when the masks slip, when power turns to rot, even the kings and queens of the city end up face-down in their own blood.
Detective Sophia Blake has walked through it all-the junkie shootouts in Garfield Park, the domestic horrors in Roseland, the bodies dumped along the Calumet River like forgotten trash. She knows Chicago doesn't just have monsters. It makes them. Molds them. Protects them with politics and money and the silence of people too scared to scream.
But even Sophia wasn't ready for the Liard scene.
Jake Liard-pharma god, billionaire CEO-strung up with his wife like a butcher's prize. A message stapled to their chests in blood-soaked defiance: "I know what you did."
It wasn't just murder. It was an execution. A statement.
And that statement would echo across every glass high-rise and backroom handshake in the city.
From the first shot fired, it was war. Not the kind fought with gangs on corners. This one was cleaner, richer, more methodical. It cut through Chicago's elite like a scalpel. Precise. Punishing. And very, very personal.
Sophia didn't have tech teams or federal clearance. She didn't have time for politics or patience. What she had was instinct. Steel nerves. And a .40 caliber Glock she wasn't afraid to use.
She would follow the blood. From penthouses to dirty precinct closets. Through boardrooms and bars. Across the bodies of men who thought themselves untouchable.
Because someone was hunting them.
And Sophia Blake was the only one hunting the hunter.
Hunter's Prey: Sophia Blake Mysteries
Chicago bleeds in silence.
Not the kind you hear in news clips or city council statements. No. This city leaks truth the way a corpse leaks warmth-slow, ugly, and usually too late.
The rich build their castles in glass towers and gated estates, but steel fences don't stop bullets. And when the masks slip, when power turns to rot, even the kings and queens of the city end up face-down in their own blood.
Detective Sophia Blake has walked through it all-the junkie shootouts in Garfield Park, the domestic horrors in Roseland, the bodies dumped along the Calumet River like forgotten trash. She knows Chicago doesn't just have monsters. It makes them. Molds them. Protects them with politics and money and the silence of people too scared to scream.
But even Sophia wasn't ready for the Liard scene.
Jake Liard-pharma god, billionaire CEO-strung up with his wife like a butcher's prize. A message stapled to their chests in blood-soaked defiance: "I know what you did."
It wasn't just murder. It was an execution. A statement.
And that statement would echo across every glass high-rise and backroom handshake in the city.
From the first shot fired, it was war. Not the kind fought with gangs on corners. This one was cleaner, richer, more methodical. It cut through Chicago's elite like a scalpel. Precise. Punishing. And very, very personal.
Sophia didn't have tech teams or federal clearance. She didn't have time for politics or patience. What she had was instinct. Steel nerves. And a .40 caliber Glock she wasn't afraid to use.
She would follow the blood. From penthouses to dirty precinct closets. Through boardrooms and bars. Across the bodies of men who thought themselves untouchable.
Because someone was hunting them.
And Sophia Blake was the only one hunting the hunter.
Not the kind you hear in news clips or city council statements. No. This city leaks truth the way a corpse leaks warmth-slow, ugly, and usually too late.
The rich build their castles in glass towers and gated estates, but steel fences don't stop bullets. And when the masks slip, when power turns to rot, even the kings and queens of the city end up face-down in their own blood.
Detective Sophia Blake has walked through it all-the junkie shootouts in Garfield Park, the domestic horrors in Roseland, the bodies dumped along the Calumet River like forgotten trash. She knows Chicago doesn't just have monsters. It makes them. Molds them. Protects them with politics and money and the silence of people too scared to scream.
But even Sophia wasn't ready for the Liard scene.
Jake Liard-pharma god, billionaire CEO-strung up with his wife like a butcher's prize. A message stapled to their chests in blood-soaked defiance: "I know what you did."
It wasn't just murder. It was an execution. A statement.
And that statement would echo across every glass high-rise and backroom handshake in the city.
From the first shot fired, it was war. Not the kind fought with gangs on corners. This one was cleaner, richer, more methodical. It cut through Chicago's elite like a scalpel. Precise. Punishing. And very, very personal.
Sophia didn't have tech teams or federal clearance. She didn't have time for politics or patience. What she had was instinct. Steel nerves. And a .40 caliber Glock she wasn't afraid to use.
She would follow the blood. From penthouses to dirty precinct closets. Through boardrooms and bars. Across the bodies of men who thought themselves untouchable.
Because someone was hunting them.
And Sophia Blake was the only one hunting the hunter.
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798319663115 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 07/22/2025 |
| Pages: | 164 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.41(d) |
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