Medical Crime Thrillers

People are dropping like flies in Dr. Emma Steele's ER. Nobody knows why. A new disease? Medication errors? Poisoned oxygen? She must find out, even though her job is in peril, her daughter disappeared, and she'd rather be home, drinking wine. More strange things happen. A patient's death by stolen medications, her orders corrupted by lethal mistakes, her nurse killed. What happens to her daughter? That's worse than death. Dr. Steele risks her career and her life to stop the murders. She gets closer and closer to the answers. Until she gets too close.

People are again dropping like flies in Dr. Steele's ER. She is facing another string of unexplained deaths, but this time it's even harder. Why? Because she doesn't mind seeing them dead. They are the worst of the worst: Wife beaters, child abusers, pet killers, and downright psychopaths that the law failed to punish. Even worse, it fails to protect their innocent victims. Can this be God's work? Did God get busy cleaning their community of evil? Emma doesn't think so. She finds the answer disturbingly near. It isn't God; it's a human, way too close for comfort.

Patients are dying at St. Raphael's Hospital. That sucks. What’s worse? I think a doctor is behind the deaths. Me? I'm an X-ray tech. I can see through people. That’s cool, but is it enough to stop a psychotic neurosurgeon? Can I use my X-ray skills to learn the truth before it’s too late for me and my patients?

As if her life wasn't complicated enough, people start dropping like flies in her rural ER. As she looks for the cause, she gets caught in a web of deception and death, threatening everything she loves. Using her courage and medical knowledge, Emma fights the fight of her life to protect those she holds dear. Will she destroy the evil, or will it crush her first?

When Avery Hansen awakens, it's not to the warmth of her bed, but to the sterile white walls of an unfamiliar hospital room. Her mind races with fragments of the night before—a gathering of girlfriends at the local bar, laughter echoing in the air amid clinking glasses and upbeat chatter—now drowned by the eerie silence and the pungent scent of antiseptic.