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“No, Cash! No. You don’t understand.”

“No, I don’t. Come on, Cass. Whatever the reason Cain Demarco was released doesn’t mean he’s a changed man. With the missing girls and several found dead, now Drew, someone is repeating the murders from over thirty years ago. You’re right. It’s dangerous.”

I stopped where I was, leaning against the wall of the living room. “I don’t care. Cain was sent to kill his own sons. Don’t you get it? This may be about a hunt, but they’re the prey. Oh, God.”

“What? What are you talking about? None of this is making much sense.”

“I’ll meet you at the road. His house is on Wentworth Drive. Please just be there. Please.”

“Fine, I’ll come, but we are not going to that fucking house. Just wait. Stay inside. I think you’re in danger. This doesn’t feel right.”

I heard Cash’s increasing concern, but at this point, I doubted I truly was in danger. At least not yet. Cain had one thing in mind, creating some legacy for his family. Whatever he had planned was brutal as well as deadly.

“I’ll be fine. I just need your help for a little while.”

“Almost there. Wait. What the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. There’s an accident up ahead.” Cash groaned.

Wilder. What if he’d been killed on the way there? No. His father wanted all three sons to play the game.

“I’ll come to you,” he insisted.

“No. Don’t. Don’t do it!”

Pop! Pop!

The sound of gunfire exploded in my ear. “Cash. Cash!”

Suddenly, his line went dead.

Shaken, I rushed toward the front door while shoving the phone into my back pocket. One way or the other, I was going to find my hunter. Then we would hunt together.

Cash had to be alright. So did Wilder. I’d kill the man’s fucking father with my bare hands if necessary.

In my mind, I knew how the game should end and in truth, I salivated over the thought of watching a monster die.

Maybe Wilder would allow me to drive the final blow. It would seem the Stalker was right.

I was more like him than I’d given myself credit for.

As I frantically unlocked the door, I allowed my heart to accept all the emotions that had been swirling inside. I loved the man. It shouldn’t be possible, but I didn’t care. I loved Wilder Blackwell. The moment I opened the door, I was pulled into a dark abyss sent straight from hell from the dark eyes staring back at me.

The eyes of the devil himself.

CHAPTER33

Afew minutes earlier…

Wilder

A wave of sadness.

I’d suffered through it before, but on this dark night, the emotional pain was even worse.

Over the decades, I’d experienced physical agony rarely survived by normal men. Enduring such brutality was nothing in comparison to the heavy weight of this potential catastrophe.

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