Chapters (97)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Eighty-Nine
- Acknowledgments & A Personal Note
- Excerpt
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day Torrie’s rage gnawed at her, ripping away pieces of her, transforming her into what she now was, the embodiment of vengeance.
She had used her wealth, her resources, to find the so-called Skull Sisters.
Kern Garland, her well-connected security chief, had contracted and subcontracted, and subcontracted again, the best investigative agencies. She’d instructed Garland to use every means possible to hunt the women down, put them under surveillance and secretly, psychologically, torment them about their crimes whenever possible. All the while Garland updated her on every change, every movement and every breath they took.
Torrie was regularly provided their current names, addresses and photos.
I know them well. They are my prey.
When Torrie learned that all three were in Southern California, everything had aligned. She might never get another opportunity like this so she flew to Los Angeles.
And now one of them is already dead. Reap what you sow.
In California the investigative work intensified, Torrie’s people on the ground had alerted her to the possibility that the remaining two would be together—they’d covertly installed tracking devices on their vehicles.
Of course the monsters couldn’t stay away from each other. Of course they’d break the law to get away to the mountains—to plot something evil.
Now was the time to act.
Too many agonizing anniversaries of what they did to my family have come and gone. These inhuman beings have lived long enough.
Torrie adjusted her grip on the wheel.
Her team had taken care of her requirements for what she needed to do—some of them not so legal.
I don’t care what happens to me. I’ve lived in a prison most of my life. One way or another, I’ll avenge my family and I’ll be free.
Torrie glanced to the floor on the passenger side, at the Glock 17 with two magazines each holding 17 rounds.
It won’t be long now.
Eighty-Five
San Bernardino County, California
Present day
Driving as fast as he could, Ben had made good time and was now some four miles from the cabin, guilt and remorse clawing at his heart as he neared the location.
He’d pulled over to visit the roadside cross at the spot where Brooke died and had lowered himself to touch the engraved plate. Up here, inhaling the sweet pine-scented air, it felt as if Brooke was part of the mountains and her spirit was near.
I have no right to ask, but help me find them. Please.
Pressing his fingers to his lips, he touched them to the plate.
He returned to his car, resumed driving. He hadn’t gone far when his cell phone rang loud and clear.
Eighty-Six
San Bernardino County, California
Present day
Inside the cabin Emma checked her phone, thinking she’d have to request time off from school, when she found Ben’s response to the picture they’d sent him.