“I went to bring Rachel back home.”

What? Rachel stared at her uncle incredulously.

“I needed someone left behind who would feel the pain of what it’s like to lose everything in an instant.” Everett leaned closer to her. “And that person is you, Rachel.”

He waved the rifle at Grant.

“Your father’s career is in ruins. And now, tonight, he is going to die. Just like your precious Detective Frankel did back there.”

Rachel screamed and leapt to her feet.

“Noooooo!”

Everett swung the hunting rifle into her stomach. Rachel doubled over in agony. Everett hurled the rifle away and it vanished deep in the snow.

Grant started to move for his brother.

And stopped when Everett pulled out a knife and grabbed Rachel by the throat.

“Don’t even try it,” growled Everett. He pulled Rachel closer and waved the knife in front of her face. “Now do you see why I need her, Austin?”

Grant raised his hands up.

“You don’t need her. You need me.” He pounded his chest. “Take me.”

“Someone needs to suffer the rest of their life. Like I have all these years.” Everett shook his head wildly. “Someone has to suffer because of what you did to me!”

“You mean Allison?” asked Grant.

“Of course I mean Allison!” yelled Grant. “She was supposed to be mine.”

“You’ve had it backwards all these years, Everett. Allison never loved you.”

“Liar!”

“I didn’t take her from you. No matter what that twisted brain of yours is telling you.”

“Liar!”

Her father inched closer to Everett.

“If anyone is guilty of the last commandment, it’s you, brother. You’re the one who coveted his neighbor’s wife. Not me.”

“That’s not true!” screamed Everett.

Rachel suddenly understood what her father was doing. He was baiting Everett—trying to unnerve him. Just like his speech at Hawley’s funeral.

And maybe she could help him.

“Then why did you attack her, Everett?” she asked.

Anger and complete betrayal rose up in her father’s eyes like she had never seen.

“You?” her father cried out. “You’re the one who did that to her?”

Everett pulled the knife away from Rachel’s throat and started waving it at his older brother.

“No! I told Rachel that wasn’t what happened—”

Her father leaped on top of him.

Rachel got knocked aside and fell to the ground. She suddenly found herself far away from the two brothers who were rolling in the snow, locked in a mighty struggle.

Everett let out a roar and came up with the knife. He didn’t hesitate and lunged at his brother with the razor-sharp blade.

Rachel screamed. “Nooooooo!”

A gunshot split the cold night air and echoed through the towering Alps like a booming cannon.

Everett looked down to see a hole had suddenly appeared in his chest.

He dropped the knife and clutched the gaping wound. A gush of blood sprouted forth.