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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  82. Newsletter Sign-up

A foghorn blared in the background. She called to him again, pleading with him to say something—anything—to her. His lips were moving, but the foghorn grew louder, drowning him out. He was slipping away, and she could feel her panic growing.…

She opened her eyes. The dream was gone, but the foghorn droned on, beating in time to the dull throb in her skull until she reached over and grabbed her phone. She looked at the caller ID, recognized the number, and was instantly awake.

“Yeah, it’s Steele.” She listened for a moment, her heart rate climbing, the blood pumping through her body, clearing away the last of the dream-fog as anticipation took root. “OK, I’ll be there.”

She hung up and looked over at the body next to her—a silhouette draped in a sheet. For a moment it brought to mind all the crime scenes she’d worked over the years. She swung her legs off the bed, pulled on her underwear and jeans, a blouse and a jacket.

“Your tip panned out,” she said. “I gotta go.”

“So go,” the body replied. She’d hoped he was asleep. It would have been easier.

“Thanks for last night. It was nice.”

“Always is.” He didn’t turn to face her.

Kit Steele opened her mouth to say something, but could think of nothing appropriate. She grabbed her gun and her bag and headed out of the apartment.

THREE

Vincente crept along the pier, careful with every step to avoid a slip. The fall wouldn’t kill him, but the water probably would. Not right away, but within a matter of minutes. Even in the dark he could see the chunks of ice floating in Boston Harbor, gathering at the edge of the shoreline as though conspiring to take over the waterway—choke it off, force it to grow still. Carpio had heard that it had happened once, a few years before, when the ice floats had become so large that ships had to be diverted, and the harbor had to be closed for two days as icebreakers were called in.

He was the hunted now. Every newscast flashed his picture and pleaded with the public to join the chase—to feed the police information regarding his whereabouts. The skulls tattooed over his entire head captured the imagination like a horror film, and he was regarded as a supernatural predator by all of Boston. It was understandable, given the carnage he’d brought down upon the surrounding area. What none of them understood was that everything up to now had been a prelude. He was growing stronger, and he would continue to take his revenge until he’d killed as many as he could.