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Signed in blood is one name-Kenneth Ferguson. Only it’s not in calligraphy. It’s still signed in blood, written with most likely his finger. The strokes are shaky, as though he was trembling when the unsub made him sign this with his own blood. That’s a level of cold that had us profiling him as a…

A chill runs up my spine. “It’s Lana now. They killed Victoria that night,” I tell her quietly. She nods, understanding. “What about Diana? She tried to-“ “I know. They threatened her son,” I interrupt, waving off her concern. “She’s going to play a different part. My ducks are in a row. I’ve been patient….

I could defend myself and have no plans of hiding in the bathroom, but a backup plan never hurts. Clutching my towel with one hand and holding the gun in the other, I carefully open the bathroom door. Movement has my hand jerking to the right, but a strong hand clamps around my wrist, and…

I turn my face around, looking over my shoulder at him running his hand along my hip, tracing the jagged scar there. “What’s this from?” I don’t have to completely lie. “Glass. It cut into me that night, dug so deep that they couldn’t remove it right away for fear of me losing even more…

When I emerge, I watch him waver on top of the water. It holds him up with too much ease, despite his size. The more body fat, the easier they float. As soon as the current grabs him, I head back, picking up the hoe near the water’s edge, and start digging up my tracks…

I pull into the driveway, and I see a set of eyes immediately peer through a crack in the blinds. All these years later, she still feels jumpy. She likely has a gun in her hand right now. I know the feeling. She suffered one monster. I suffered a town full of them. As I…

I love how she makes it sound like I’m a controlling prick instead of trying to keep someone else from landing in his hands. “We know she’ll be a target, especially now. If she wasn’t on his radar before, she is since the hospital incident.” Hadley ignores me, still typing. “Damn it, Hadley!” She spins,…

He doesn’t say a word, and I toss him the keys the second we hit the lobby. Silently, we make it to the car, and make the long drive home. I don’t speak. The radio is silent. The only noise is the sound of my V8 Mustang vrooming down the street. My phone lights up…

“The what?” I ask, amused. “It’s the name I’m going to let the media give you.” “You’re going to let the media give me a name?” “Yes. Yes I am. Don’t get seen, and then ditch the car in the usual place. I’ll have that guy pick it up, and I’ll come pick you up-same…

I’ve never felt so personal about a case. “What does ‘you can’t’ supposed to mean?” he asks, pensive as he studies the close-up of the writing on the body. “I don’t know. You can’t stop me? I think he got interrupted.” “Then there could be a witness. I have that press conference coming up in…