Contents ( 107)
- 1
- Wednesday, March 3 Liberty Lake, Washington 12:09 a.m.
- 2
- Liberty Lake 7:30 a.m.
- 3
- Washington DC 4:30 p.m.
- 4
- Georgetown, Washington DC 8:10 p.m.
- 5
- Thursday, March 4 Liberty Lake 7:45 a.m.
- 6
- Spokane, Washington 9:05 a.m.
- 7
- Spokane 11:15 a.m.
- 8
- Washington DC 5:45 p.m. ET
- 9
- Spokane 3:30 p.m. PT
- 10
- Liberty Lake 3:45 p.m.
- 11
- Spokane 4:25 p.m.
- 12
- Washington DC 11:05 p.m. ET
- 13
- Friday, March 5 Spokane 7:00 a.m. PT
- 14
- Liberty Lake 8:15 a.m.
- 15
- Spokane 8:45 a.m.
- 16
- Liberty Lake 12:05 p.m.
- 17
- Spokane 12:45 p.m.
- 18
- Spokane 3:50 p.m.
- 19
- Spokane 4:20 p.m.
- 20
- Spokane 4:40 p.m.
- 21
- Spokane 7:20 p.m.
- 22
- Spokane 8:30 p.m.
- 23
- Saturday, March 6 Liberty Lake 12:05 a.m.
- 24
- Liberty Lake After Midnight
- 25
- Spokane 6:15 a.m.
- 26
- Liberty Lake 7:30 a.m.
- 27
- Liberty Lake 11:15 a.m.
- 28
- Spokane 1:00 p.m.
- 29
- Liberty Lake 3:00 p.m.
- 30
- Spokane 8:30 p.m.
- 31
- Spokane 9:45 p.m.
- 32
- Sunday, March 7 Washington DC 10:30 a.m. ET
- 33
- Liberty Lake 9:00 a.m. PT
- 34
- Spokane 12:00 p.m.
- 35
- Liberty Lake 3:45 p.m.
- 36
- Liberty Lake 5:00 p.m.
- 37
- Monday, March 8 Spokane 7:00 a.m.
- 38
- Kennewick, Washington 3:10 p.m.
- 39
- Liberty Lake 6:45 p.m.
- 40
- Liberty Lake 7:30 p.m.
- 41
- Tuesday, March 9 Spokane 6:00 a.m.
- 42
- Liberty Lake 8:10 a.m.
- 43
- Liberty Lake 8:30 a.m.
- 44
- Liberty Lake 9:30 a.m.
- 45
- Liberty Lake 10:30 a.m.
- 46
- Spokane 11:15 a.m.
- 47
- Liberty Lake 11:40 a.m.
- 48
- Liberty Lake 5:15 p.m.
- 49
- Spokane 8:45 p.m.
- 50
- Spokane 11:35 p.m.
- 51
- Friday, March 12 Liberty Lake Morning
- 52
- Saturday, March 13 Los Angeles, California 8:00 a.m.
- 53
- Sunday, March 14 Stafford, Virginia Afternoon
- Acknowledgments
This book is for Dan Conaway, agent extraordinaire, who loved this story from the beginning. Third time’s the charm.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Acknowledgments
1
Wednesday, March 3
Liberty Lake, Washington
12:09 a.m.
Warm blood covered him.
His arms, up to his elbows, were slick with it. His clothing splattered with it. The knife—the blade that had taken his retribution—hung in his gloved hand by his side.
It was good. Very good.
He was almost done.
The killer stared at the blackness in front of him, his mind as silent and dark as the night. The water lapped gently at the banks of the lake. A faint swish swish swish as it rolled up and back, up and back, in the lightest of breezes.
He breathed in cold air; he exhaled steam.
Calm. Focused.
As the sounds and chill penetrated his subconscious, he moved into action. Staying here with the body would be foolish, even in the middle of the night.
He placed the knife carefully on a waist-high boulder, then removed his clothes. Jacket. Sweater. Undershirt. He stuffed them into a plastic bag. Took off his shoes. Socks. Pants. Boxers. Added them to the bag. He stood naked except for his gloves.
He tied the top of the plastic, then picked up the knife again and stabbed the bag multiple times. With strength that belied his lean frame, he threw the knife into the water. He couldn’t see where it fell; he barely heard the plunk.
Then he placed the bag in the lake and pushed it under, holding it beneath the surface to let the frigid water seep in. When the bag was saturated, he pulled it out and spun himself around as if he were throwing a shot put. He let go and the bag flew, hitting the water with a loud splash.
Even if the police found it—which he doubted they would—the water would destroy any evidence. He’d bought the clothes and shoes, even his underwear, at a discount store in another city, at another time. He’d never worn them before tonight.
Though he didn’t want DNA evidence in the system, it didn’t scare him if the police found something. He didn’t have a record. He’d killed before, many times, and not one person had spoken to him. He was smart—smarter than the cops, and certainly smarter than the victims he’d carefully selected.