> Skip to content

FBI researcher Emma Dockery will stop at nothing to link a series of horrific crimes, in this thrilling sequel to Invisible by James Patterson.

A chilling and shocking follow-up to Sunday Times bestseller Invisible by James Patterson.
FBI researcher Emma Dockery is back with a vengeance. Obsessed with finding a link between a string of deaths across several different states, she is convinced that there's a pattern. And where there's a pattern, there's a serial killer to put a stop to. When Detectives working on some of these cases start turning up dead, Emma knows that she's onto something. These deaths are murders, and she's going to be the one to prove it.

The closer she gets to finding the killer, the more Emma feels like she's being watched. Is she setting a trap for this depraved killer? Or with every step she takes, is she falling further into his...? With the death count rising, Emma must act fast to catch this killer, before she becomes the next name on the hit list.

Formats & editions

  • Trade Paperback

    9781780899374

    June 18, 2019

    Century

    496 pages

    RRP $37.00

    Online retailers

    • Mighty Ape
    • Paper Plus
    • The Warehouse
    • Whitcoulls
    • Fishpond
    • The Nile
    Or

    Find your local bookstore at booksellers.co.nz

  • Hardback

    9781780899367

    June 13, 2019

    Century

    496 pages

    RRP $55.00

    Online retailers

    • Mighty Ape
    • Paper Plus
    • The Warehouse
    • Whitcoulls
    • Fishpond
    • The Nile
    Or

    Find your local bookstore at booksellers.co.nz

  • EBook

    9781473563001

    June 3, 2019

    Cornerstone Digital

    496 pages

    Online retailers

    • Amazon Kindle NZ
    • iBooks NZ
    • Google Play EBook NZ
    • Kobo Ebook
    • Booktopia NZ

Extract

1

I am neither evil nor deranged. I am not uneducated, I am not poor, and I am not the product of an abusive upbringing. I do what I do for one, and only one, reason.

The man in the beige jacket pulls his SUV into the strip-mall parking lot and kills the engine. He steps out of the car, straightens his jacket, and lightly brushes his hand against the bulge at his side, the concealed handgun.

The setting summer sun casts a dim glow over the strip mall, nearly empty. The laundromat at the end is dark; the catering service is shuttered, a metal grate across the window. The convenience store, displaying ads for cigarettes, beer, two-for-a-dollar hot dogs, Powerball tickets, is the only thing open.

Continue Reading