She looked so fucking happy it took everything in me not to accelerate and ram into the SUV. How could she smile after everything that had happened? How many people needed to die to realize life was not okay?

The light changed and I sped across the road pulling into the drive-thru line immediately behind them.

I sat there fuming as I lowered the window to place my order. The wind snuck into every crevice, and I closed it again as soon as I was able. I was so angry that I ground my teeth together and pain jabbed behind my eyes. It was all Darby’s fault that this was happening, but she looked unaffected, and as if she was having a wonderful time.

Sweat formed on my back and ran down my spine. Rage squirmed like a dragon along my veins. The girl had learned nothing. Nothing from last summer, nothing from Martin’s or Adele’s deaths. Nothing from the attack on her person last night. I watched as the silhouettes in the car in front of me turned toward one another and kissed.

Bile rose up my throat, burning my flesh, bitter and sour on my tongue. My heart raced, the blood in my ears pounded, my hands locked around the steering wheel so tight I thought I might pull it apart, that it might disintegrate and crumble. Inside, I was crying. Inside, I was screaming. But no one noticed. No one ever noticed.

It crossed my mind belatedly that this might be a trap. Sweat bloomed again and coated my back and brow as I nervously scanned the area, but everything appeared normal. Not many people were out and about because of the blizzard, although a couple was walking across the parking lot with their coffee, and a garbage truck sat idling nearby.

I thought about the gun in the glovebox. It might not be my favorite weapon, but it would do the job. I could get out, kill the Fed and grab Darby in a matter of a seconds. They wouldn’t expect it. They would never see me coming.

I eyed the solid wooden fence on my left and the enormous RAM truck behind me. The problem was there was no escape route. I’d never get away.

Their SUV drove off from the window and I blinked like an owl. It was too late now. They were gone. I was pretty sure I knew where they were going, but it was the last place I wanted to be.

The honk of a horn had me glaring in the rearview. As tempting as it was to sit here and provoke the asshole behind me—or shoot the fucker in the head—I raised my hand in apology and drove to the service window.

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as I picked up my coffee and muffin with a smile and a joke about the weather. Then I drove away trying to figure out my next step.

Maybe it was time to go out in a blaze of glory—although pain and death had never appealed to me. What I needed was a distraction. A thought flashed through my mind and I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before. What the police needed, what I needed, was another victim. And I knew exactly where to find one.