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he can disappear and never be found.”
    And a dirty cop could help him obtain a new identity and cement Antwaun’s conviction.
    The realization triggered memories of Damon’s own past. The depths of deception by the government. The resources available to people to help them disappear and create new lives.
    The same resources criminals utilized as well.
    Damon’s blood pounded in his ears as his adrenaline kicked in. He’d used those resources before himself….
    Dammit, he couldn’t let his little brother go to jail for a crime he hadn’t committed.
    No, if anyone deserved to be in prison for murder, it was him .
    * * *
    T HERE WERE SOME PEOPLE so cold, so ruthless, so calculating that they craved the kill. Savored the pain they inflicted. Tasted the blood of their victims and drank it down like fine wine.
    They were born to kill.
    He knew their kind. He was one of them.
    As he had thought Damon Dubois had been at one time. But Damon had betrayed him.
    Just like the others.
    The Dubois family—they had to pay.
    He had found the perfect way.
    The woman, Kendra Yates, had served his purpose well. He studied the dark lock of hair he had kept from her. His trophy, the police would call it.
    He rubbed its fine silky texture between his fingers and recalled the way he’d wrapped it around his hands just before he’d pressed the blade of the knife to her pale throat. She hadn’t understood that she was a sacrificial lamb for his cause.
    A chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest. The file she had on Antwaun would be like a torpedo rocking the bastard’s world. He would choose the exact moment that information would be revealed.
    Making Antwaun suffer by being arrested for Kendra’s murder was the perfect way to torture the man before he exposed him for what he really was.
    The son of a murderer.
    The brother of one as well.
    Yes, he held the knowledge to tear the Dubois family apart once and for all. And he would enjoy every moment of their suffering until they begged for his forgiveness.
    Just as Kendra had begged for her life.
    The shock on her face when he’d made the first slice had been sweet. She had known her time was up. That she wouldn’t die quickly or easily.
    That he intended to carve her up in little pieces for his own pleasure.
    He slid into the dark haunting shadows of the bayou, inhaling the musky scent of the swamp, the coppery scent of fresh blood from a dead animal, the pungent odor of the devil’s breath heating the mossy banks and whispering through the tupelo trees.
    The dense overgrown foliage hid his form as he slithered through the cypress trees toward his lair. Blood splattered the floor and walls of the dilapidated cabin, the smell of ripening flesh mingling with the loamy scent of the earth. The sound of Kendra’s terrified screams still echoed in his ears, as shrill and chilling as the alligator’s attack cry just before he bit into his victim.
    He stepped into the cabin, his nose burning from the acrid odors of waste and rotting flesh.
    Aah, sweet heaven.
    Antwaun and Damon Dubois had both been shocked by the woman’s severed hand.
    Laughter bubbled in his throat. He couldn’t wait to see their reactions when they found the rest of her.

CHAPTER FIVE
    C RYSTAL TWISTED THE BEDSHEETS in her fists, the sound of a chilling cry ringing in her ears. Her own scream of terror boomeranged back, having fallen into deaf air, reminding her that she was alone.
    Dying. No, alive. Barely. But forced to live in pain.
    Because of the car explosion. The fire that licked and ate at her face and body.
    She could almost feel the scalpel slicing through her frail skin. Cutting away dead flesh. Peeling away the brittle ashes and papery fabric of her face until her hand touched shattered bone.
    She stared into the mirror, praying, hoping the nightmare would end. But horror seized her at the reflection that faced her. Gory and inhuman were the only