“HEAR THAT, JERRY?” Marcie tipped her head to the
side. “She’s happy I’m alive. Isn’t that sweet?”
Roxy Tam jerked back, the words hitting her like a
powerful blow, sending emotions tumbling one against
the next. Fear, horror, dawning understanding.
Marcie had been the lure, her partner the trap.
And Roxy’d fallen for it like some fool kid from
the suburbs.
They meant to kill her.Marciemeant to kill her.
The breath whooshed out of her, leaving her deflated, shaken, physically ill.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She
ought to do something, say something. But she never
got the chance.
Because he killed her.
The blond guy stepped from behind the door and
thrust his hand through Marcie’s chest. Like it was
nothing. Like he’d done it a million times before.
There was a sharp snap as ribs shattered and the
short, high note of Marcie’s scream, cut off at the
crescendo. For an endless, chilling second, Marcie
hung there like a coat on a hook, her toes barely
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grazing the floor, her body jerking, her blood dripping down her torso.
Roxy shrank back and her teeth sank into her lower
lip, hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to hold
back the cry that bubbled and swelled in her throat.
Don’t make a sound. Not a sound. He’ll look your way
if you do. He’ll do that to you.
Marcie’s partner—what had she called