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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

He was looking for a new area in which to hunt. It was getting more difficult with his growing notoriety. It would be hard for anyone not to recognize him. Images of the dead and blood and bones and carnage covered his entire body. Even his eyeballs had ink in them—two crosses flanking both irises. He could keep his hood up, but that wouldn’t work to hide his identity for long. He’d now taken to sleeping during the days and hunting at night in the deserted areas of Boston, where his work would attract less attention.

The pier ran along the side of the harbor, in what was known as the Seaport District. It was a patchwork of high-end developments at the edge of South Boston, just across Fort Point Channel from the Financial District and Downtown. Five years before it had been a wasteland of warehouses and parking lots, but now it was the hottest growth area in the city. A dozen high-rises were already up, with a mixture of office space and luxury condos nestled around the federal courthouse, which for a decade had been the area’s lonely architectural sentinel. Seven more complexes were under construction and the shoreline was pocked with construction sites.

It was a perfect hunting ground. There was enough development to provide prey, but it was still new enough that there were few people who walked the streets at night. He’d had little luck on this night, though, and he decided to go down to the water to see whether there might be a drunk passed out by the shore. He’d gotten lucky in such ways before.

He’d been forced to hop a chain-link fence to climb onto the pier, which was nearby one of the newest developments. He saw the boat approaching and his hopes rose. If the vessel was pulling in, he might be able to overpower those on board. Perhaps his luck had changed.

Suddenly a spotlight on the front of the boat flashed so bright that it felt like an explosion. He was looking straight into it, and it blinded him, almost knocked him to the ground. He stumbled back into a piling, his hand defending his eyes as they adjusted and tried to make out shapes.

It was futile. A siren screamed, and the hands protecting his eyes flew to his ears. It continued for a few seconds, and then cut off abruptly. A voice came over a bullhorn. “Freeze!” It was a woman’s voice, and he recognized it instantly. “FBI! You are under arrest!”