TV-News-Reporterin Riley Spartz erholt sich grade von einer Schlagzeilen machenden Katastrophe, als ein neuer "Fall" auf ihrem Schreibtisch landet: Im Abstand von einem Jahr, an exakt dem selben Datum wurden verschiedene Frauen mit Namen Susan erwürgt. Riley muß eine Warnung aussprechen, denn der tödliche Tag jährt sich bald.

Zusatztext Dazzling. Readers who enjoy Janet Evanovich will soon be stalking Julie Kramer. Chicago Tribune A rocking good story. Chilling! twisty! and clever. Kathy Reichs A snappily paced debut thriller.... Truly scary no matter what your name is. People Riley Spartz is a classic spunky investigator. She'll have readers cheering for her gutsy determination to stop the killings and boost her ratings. USA Today Stalking Susan is a fantastic debut. Julie Kramer has crafted a thriller that will get your heart racing. Vince Flynn Informationen zum Autor Julie Kramer is a freelance television news producer for NBC's Today show, Nightly News , and Dateline . Prior to that, she was a national award-winning investigative producer for WCCO-TV in Minneapolis. She lives near Minneapolis in White Bear Lake, Minnesota. Klappentext Introducing Riley Spartz! a spunky! clever! and endearing investigative reporter on the trail of a serial killer targeting women named Susan! murdering one on the same day each year. Riley Spartz! TV news reporter for Channel 3 in Minneapolis! is recovering from a heartbreaking! headline-making catastrophe of her own when a longtime police source drops two homicide files in her lap. Both cold cases involve women named Susan strangled on the same day! one year apart. Riley senses a pattern between those murders and others pulled from old death records. She must broadcast a warning soon! especially to viewers named Susan! because the deadly anniversary is fast approaching. Leseprobe CHAPTER 1 So the deal is this--any cop who tickets me for a moving violation, gets an "attaboy" from the chief and a day off duty, off the books. To their credit, most cops know this is not fair play, but there's still enough of them out there who like the idea of a day off without their wives knowing about it that I keep a close eye on my rearview mirror and a light foot on my accelerator, careful not to let the speedometer of my Mustang sneak past thirty. I've been on guard against Minneapolis cops since the police chief put a bounty on my "pretty little head" two years ago. He was good and pissed after I did a TV story about some of his officers sleeping in movie theaters and hanging out in strip clubs instead of patrolling the downtown streets. He got even more pissed when I reported other cops falsifying overtime after a tornado blew through town. You'd think by now the man's job would be on the line, but the chief apparently knows some dark secret about the mayor, who reappoints him to a new term every three years. I knew all this from a source I was rushing to meet. When the public thinks source, they think Deep Throat. Don't get me wrong, for a journalist, a high-level source is the ultimate rush. But you can't spend your news career waiting for a mysterious cliche in a trench coat to whisper state secrets. A low-level source with remarkable access can do almost as much damage. Give me a secretary with a straight-and-narrow conscience, working for a boss with a crooked soul, and I'll give you a lead story for the late news. What bosses don't understand is that whistle-blowers don't call reporters first. They call us last. Only when they are completely disillusioned by the knowledge that going through the system doesn't work do they turn to us: the media. That's when we turn scandal into ratings and ratings into money. If I sound jaded, that's a shameful, recent development. I hit the gas. Speed down the freeway ramp off Lyndale Avenue and onto the interstate. Here's where I make up lost time. City police don't usually make traffic stops on freeways and I'm not worried about the State Patrol. More than a year ago, I became untouchable in Minnesota. Every State Patrol officer from International Falls to the I...

8220;Dazzling…. Readers who enjoy Janet Evanovich will soon be stalking Julie Kramer.”

—Chicago Tribune

“A rocking good story…. Chilling, twisty, and clever.”
—Kathy Reichs

“A snappily paced debut thriller.... Truly scary no matter what your name is.”
—People

“Riley Spartz is a classic spunky investigator. She'll have readers cheering for her gutsy determination to stop the killings and boost her ratings.”
—USA Today

“Stalking Susan **is a fantastic debut. Julie Kramer has crafted a thriller that will get your heart racing.”
—Vince Flynn

Autorentext
Julie Kramer is a freelance television news producer for NBC’s Today show, Nightly News, and Dateline. Prior to that, she was a national award-winning investigative producer for WCCO-TV in Minneapolis. She lives near Minneapolis in White Bear Lake, Minnesota.

Klappentext

Introducing Riley Spartz, a spunky, clever, and endearing investigative reporter on the trail of a serial killer targeting women named Susan, murdering one on the same day each year.
Riley Spartz, TV news reporter for Channel 3 in Minneapolis, is recovering from a heartbreaking, headline-making catastrophe of her own when a longtime police source drops two homicide files in her lap. Both cold cases involve women named Susan strangled on the same day, one year apart. Riley senses a pattern between those murders and others pulled from old death records. She must broadcast a warning soon, especially to viewers named Susan, because the deadly anniversary is fast approaching.

Zusammenfassung
Inside the desperate world of TV news, a reporter discovers a serial killer is targeting women named Susan.Riley Spartz is recovering from a heartbreaking, headline-making catastrophe of her own when a Minneapolis police source drops two homicide files in her lap.Both cold cases involve women named Susan strangled on the same day, one year apart. Riley sees a pattern between those murders and others pulled from old death records. As the deadly anniversary approaches, she stages a bold on-air stunt to draw the killer out and uncover a motive that will leave readers breathless.

Leseprobe
CHAPTER 1

So the deal is this--any cop who tickets me for a moving violation, gets an "attaboy" from the chief and a day off duty, off the books. To their credit, most cops know this is not fair play, but there's still enough of them out there who like the idea of a day off without their wives knowing about it that I keep a close eye on my rearview mirror and a light foot on my accelerator, careful not to let the speedometer of my Mustang sneak past thirty.

I've been on guard against Minneapolis cops since the police chief put a bounty on my "pretty little head" two years ago. He was good and pissed after I did a TV story about some of his officers sleeping in movie theaters and hanging out in strip clubs instead of patrolling the downtown streets. He got even more pissed when I reported other cops falsifying overtime after a tornado blew through town. You'd think by now the man's job would be on the line, but the chief apparently knows some dark secret about the mayor, who reappoints him to a new term every three years.
I knew all this from a source I was rushing to meet.

When the public thinks source, they think Deep Throat. Don't get me wrong, for a journalist, a high-level source is the ultimate rush. But you can't spend your news career waiting for a mysterious cliche in a trench coat to whisper state secrets. A low-level source with remarkable access can do almost as much damage. Give me a secretary with a straight-and-narrow conscience, working for a boss with a crooked soul, …