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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 trapped now. There was no question of escape—not for the moment, at least. He was resigned to that, and knew in his heart that he would eventually escape again. Revenge was his destiny. He still needed to play the part of the hunted, though. And if he was going to be captured, perhaps he could at least kill her.

He made his way back along the side of the trailer and slipped into the maze of rebar and construction equipment. As he hobbled forward, he tripped and went down, his hands grasping in front of his body to brace against the fall. His fingers touched metal, and he grasped a two-foot length of rebar that was lying on the ground. He picked it up and held it like a club, ducking into a dark recess in between two piles of gravel.

He could hear them as they spread out through the construction site. He could smell their fear and it made him feel powerful. He was but one man among all of them, and yet he was the one who was feared. It was further confirmation of the strength there was in terror, and that strength validated everything he had done. He wanted all of America to feel the terror he’d known his entire life. It was only fair, after all.

Crouched silently in the shadows, he could hear her now. She was approaching slowly from the water, breathing heavily. Her footsteps were muffled but unmistakable, and it made him angry to think that she believed that she could take him herself. The muscles in his arms tensed, and he gripped the length of rebar tightly in his hand, readying himself to strike.

Kit Steele could see the police special operations teams moving in from the street. They were spreading through the site, starting at the perimeter and working their way in toward the center. They worked in pairs, spaced in a military formation that allowed them to protect each other, providing cover and safety as they methodically searched the lot.

She should back off, she knew. There was no chance that Carpio could escape now, and the ops team was better equipped to root him out without bloodshed. They were appropriately armed and dressed in the best protective gear available. She, on the other hand, was in jeans and a windbreaker, and while the bright yellow “FBI” stencil on the back of the windbreaker might impress some civilians in the daylight, it wouldn’t stop a bullet.

She couldn’t back off, though. She needed to see his face when he was taken. She needed him to see her face, and know that she had caught him once more. This time she would make sure that he would never see freedom again.