{"id":264151,"date":"2026-07-15T01:55:23","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:55:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/in-the-blood-kate-wiley\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T01:55:23","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:55:23","slug":"in-the-blood-kate-wiley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/in-the-blood-kate-wiley\/","title":{"rendered":"In The Blood – Kate Wiley"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Fight or flight. God, she wished she could pick flight. Three people emerged from the shadows, two guards flanking a man in his late sixties who had evidently been taking very good care of himself in the months Margot had been away. Ed looked robust, his cheeks almost rosy, his frame less thin than she recalled. He looked good for his age, vital.<\/p>\n

Like he could live another twenty years. God forbid. The guards maintained impassive faces, settling Ed into his regular seat across from her, before retreating to the wings of the room where they would be on alert to move on him at any time. Margot stared across the table at her father, and he met her gaze with an unflinching one of his own. Then he smiled, and her skin crawled like she\u2019d been covered in fire ants.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe prodigal daughter returns.\u201d OceanofPDF.com Margot felt sick to her stomach, and that was exactly what he wanted. He was trying to get a rise out of her, and she hated how easily he\u2019d managed to do it. But she wouldn\u2019t show him how well it was working. She steadied herself, freezing her muscles to avoid any involuntary shudders, any uneasy fidgeting. She clasped her hands together and placed them on the table, then focused on the space between his eyebrows, rather than letting herself get absorbed by the icy, inhuman look in his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Ed,\u201d she said. \u201cGood morning, Margot,\u201d he replied, wielding her new name like a weapon. Like a toy he\u2019d been desperate to possess. Now he had it, he wanted to flaunt it at her. It\u2019s just a name, she tried to tell herself. It doesn\u2019t give him power. But she wasn\u2019t sure either of them would believe that. \u201cYou\u2019ve been gone a long time,\u201d he told her. \u201cNot long enough.\u201d That made him smile, a thin, menacing smile, something that actually pulled warmth out of the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cYet here you are.\u201d \u201cHere I am,\u201d she agreed.<\/p>\n

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The Secret McQueen Series Something Secret This Way Comes A Bloody Good Secret Deep Dark Secret Keeping Secret Grave Secret Secret Unleashed Cold Hard Secret A Secret to Die For Secret Lives A Wicked Secret Deadly Little Secret One Last Secret The Genie McQueen Series Bayou Blues Black Magic Bayou Black-Hearted Devil Blood in the Bayou The Rain Chaser Series Thunder Road Driving Rain Highway to Hail The Boys of Summer Series Pitch Perfect Perfect Catch High Heat OceanofPDF.com As Gretchen Rue The Witches\u2019 Brew Mysteries Steeped to Death Death by a Thousand Sips The Grim Steeper The Lucky Pie Mysteries A Pie to Die For OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Email Signup Also by Kate Wiley A Letter from the Author Acknowledgments OceanofPDF.com To anyone who has ever brought up random serial killer facts at a party, I am very awkwardly one of you.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com ONE Margot Phalen knew all too well what made a perfect victim. Which was why she was the perfect person to play the part. She sat on a bar stool in a Tenderloin dive, her denim skirt hiked up to reveal ample pale thigh, her tank top both too low and too cropped, and a pair of cowboy boots crafting an epic blister on the back of her feet.<\/p>\n

This was so far outside Margot\u2019s comfort zone that she had almost disassociated from herself. She didn\u2019t go to bars. She honestly didn\u2019t go out in public outside of work unless she absolutely had to. She hated being here, but it was a necessary evil. As was the outfit. The boots, she\u2019d told them, were too much. Major Crimes disagreed. As a homicide detective, Margot had little cause to go undercover; in her cases there was no need.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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