He would hunt her. They didn’t have enough evidence to put him away for what he did to her eight years ago, because proving that he was in the state that night was a far cry from proving that he’d raped her. But she was onto him, and he knew it. He would have no choice but to put an end to her as a threat.

If Gavin had orchestrated Sadie’s death, he would have needed an accomplice—like the one he had with him eight years ago. And if Sadie’s killer was that second man in the car that night, was he already looking for Lila?

Lila glanced in both directions across the bridge and spotted a man forty yards away, elbows resting on the rail, his gaze cast toward the churning of the falls. He paid no attention to Lila, but his presence shook her. Was he Silas Jackson? He was about the right age and had a similar build.

Lila looked at the lampposts that lined the bridge, hoping there might be a surveillance camera, but saw none. There were a few walkers passing by, which eased her fear. He wouldn’t try anything with witnesses around, would he? Lila wanted to run, but where would she go? If Gavin wanted to get to her, he would get to her—if not on the bridge then somewhere else.

The flurry of possibilities muddled Lila’s thoughts as she watched the man. Then he turned toward her and started walking, a smile on his face. He raised a hand and waved. Lila shook her head slightly, confused, but then looked behind her to see a woman approaching, her hand in the air, waving back. Lila looked at the man’s face again and saw that he couldn’t be Silas.

Feeling foolish, she turned toward the rail and waited as the couple embraced and walked away. She hated Gavin for making her see threats in the faces of strangers. She hated him for the evil he brought to the world. And she hated him because he was about to get away with his fourth murder.

Lila, and Andi, and Niki were bound by rules, and yet he could cheat. If only she didn’t have those constraints.

Somewhere in that thought a seed took root, its tendrils reaching to the sky in search of inspiration while its roots burrowed down to find strength. She could feel it grow inside her, consuming all her air until she understood—the time had come to start playing by a new set of rules.

And just like that, she saw what had to be done. She tapped her fingers on the rail as pieces of a plan moved through her head, cogs and wheels locking into place one by one. Gavin had chosen the playing field. He had chosen the game. He had been controlling the moves from the beginning, and the time had come to turn that around.

She started walking, and by the time she stepped off the Stone Arch Bridge, Lila knew how she would finally get Gavin Spencer.