Paul had been in Kids’ Camp with her—she was sure of it. He had experienced similar atrocities, and he had become...this. She’d read about the murders as she sat in the hotel room: Sara’s and Feena’s. After Derek had told her that Sara had been murdered, it had occurred to her to Google Feena Wycliffe. There had been only two articles about Feena’s death: the first had been after her body was found in her car at a concert venue. She’d been strangled from behind and left in her car. A security guard found her in the early hours of the next morning. Police had asked the public for help, urging them to come forward if they had seen anything. The next article was published on the one-year anniversary of the murder. Still, police had nothing: no DNA, no fingerprints. All Feena’s friends had alibis, and since Feena’s purse and wallet were still in the car, undisturbed, the police could only conclude the motive was personal, but they had no idea what it was. According to her friends, she hadn’t had a boyfriend or love interest.

Surely, if they’d questioned Feena’s friends properly, they’d know about her time in the compound...unless, like Rainy herself, she’d never told them. That sounded more likely. She’d been living a new life somewhere else and the chances that her friends hadn’t known were strong. After all, Rainy had chosen something similar for herself. It had been harder to read about Sara—her Sara. The details in her death were gruesome. Different. The police had no reason to connect the two...yet. If Paul had succeeded in killing her, Rainy was sure the police would connect all three of them back to the compound. She knew it. That’s exactly what Taured didn’t want to happen. Whether or not Paul was trying to incriminate Taured, or just lead police in his direction, she didn’t know, but she had the feeling he was out to get his former leader’s attention one way or another. And that was exactly why she’d gone to him for help. Two vultures with one stone.

Shit. It was so cold...

What if he doesn’t come? But she knew him: she’d been thinking about, obsessing about...and psychoanalyzing every facet of his personality for years.