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This Dark Road to Mercy. Schaut nicht zurück, englische Ausgabe

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A heart-wrenching thriller that explores the nature of love, and the evil that threatens it. Easter Quillby: Wade disappeared on us when I was six, and I never saw him again until I turned twelve, after Mom was buried. She always said he was a loser, even if he was our dad, but it turns out he was much more than that. He was also a thief. Like he was on the day he stole me and my little sister. Bobby Pruitt: Wade took everything. My career. My health. My freedom. He screwed me and then he put me in jail. But now Iâe(tm)m out and Iâe(tm)ve got a new reason to find him. Because Wade made a big mistake, and now someone wants him dead. And thatâe(tm)s where I come in . . .

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Title
This Dark Road to Mercy. Schaut nicht zurück, englische Ausgabe
Language
English
Authors
Wiley Cash
Released
2015
Format
Paperback
Pages
304
ISBN10
0552778214
ISBN13
9780552778213
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A heart-wrenching thriller that explores the nature of love, and the evil that threatens it. Easter Quillby: Wade disappeared on us when I was six, and I never saw him again until I turned twelve, after Mom was buried. She always said he was a loser, even if he was our dad, but it turns out he was much more than that. He was also a thief. Like he was on the day he stole me and my little sister. Bobby Pruitt: Wade took everything. My career. My health. My freedom. He screwed me and then he put me in jail. But now Iâe(tm)m out and Iâe(tm)ve got a new reason to find him. Because Wade made a big mistake, and now someone wants him dead. And thatâe(tm)s where I come in . . .