sorry about your brother. I hope the country doesn’t try and convict him before he’s had the chance to defend himself. That would be a tragedy
.
Are you going to blog about him? Are you going to tell them his side of the story? Oh, I hope you do
.
Isn’t this fun?
Your New Friend
Cathy’s heart jolted. Her hands trembled as she checked the postmark. It had been mailed yesterday from Panama City’s zip code.
So he was local.
She racked her brain for what to do. Yes, she’d give the note to the police, but she needed to keep a copy of it. She took a picture with her iPhone, checked it to make sure it could be clearly seen.
Then she emailed it to Michael with the subject line, “Another Message.”
Her head was throbbing, and her mind raced with courses of action.
This person had murdered her sister-in-law. He had left her nephew motherless. He was trying to ruin her brother. He was toying with her as if this were a game.
Rage blasted through her. She got her .38 out of the console in her car, held it as she went into her house. The place seemed clear, but she didn’t let her guard down.
Biting her lip, she went to her computer and pulled up her blog. She clicked on New Post and started typing.
To the bottom-dwelling psychopath who murdered my sister-in-law: I will find you. You think you’re clever, but you’ll make mistakes. You already have. We know things about you that you didn’t know you revealed. It’s just a matter of time
.
Get ready. The ride’s about to get bumpier
.
Curious Cat
She hit Send and waited as the letter showed up as a new blog post. Then slamming her chair back against her credenza, she checked the chambers of her revolver to make sure it was loaded. Grabbing her keys, she went back to her car.
Now she could go to the police station and take care of her brother.
He laughed as he read her blog. His plan was working. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and soon they would give him the respect he deserved.
But it did bug him that she claimed to know things hehadn’t anticipated. What could she know? He’d disposed of the clown suit. It was a pile of ashes in the incinerator. There was nothing to connect the murder to him.
And there would be nothing to connect him to the next one. He’d thought it all the way through. It was the perfect plan, with a perfect result.
He wasn’t a psychopath. He was just a deep thinker, one who did what was necessary to take care of himself. Others waited for life to happen to them, and they took the cards they were dealt. They deserved to be victims, but not him.
He was too smart for that. He could shuffle the deck the way he wanted, and choose his own hand. And when it was all over, he would not be remembered as a bottom-dwelling psychopath, or even as a killer.
Not even Curious Cat could trace these deaths to him.
C HAPTER 20
N o, not here. Take a right after the red light. Then a quick left. Could you stop by the bank up there and let me run in so I can pay you?”
Holly sighed and made the right turn. Her passenger would probably skip out the back door of the bank without paying. But what could she do? It wasn’t like she could run a credit report every time someone called.
“I have to keep the meter running while you’re in there,” she said, turning into the bank’s parking lot.
“Of course, no problem. I’m not gonna run out on you, if that’s what you think. I need you. I just got my license revoked for getting another DUI.”
Holly glanced in her mirror at the woman. “Sorry about that.”
The woman was quiet as she dug into her purse. “Yeah, but I’m going to meetings and trying to get my life together.Don’t want to lose my job just because I can’t drive. So if you’ll just wait while I run in.” She opened the door, started to get out. “You really will wait, won’t you? I really do have to get to work.”
“Yes. I’m not going anywhere.”
The woman who looked too classy to have
.
Are you going to blog about him? Are you going to tell them his side of the story? Oh, I hope you do
.
Isn’t this fun?
Your New Friend
Cathy’s heart jolted. Her hands trembled as she checked the postmark. It had been mailed yesterday from Panama City’s zip code.
So he was local.
She racked her brain for what to do. Yes, she’d give the note to the police, but she needed to keep a copy of it. She took a picture with her iPhone, checked it to make sure it could be clearly seen.
Then she emailed it to Michael with the subject line, “Another Message.”
Her head was throbbing, and her mind raced with courses of action.
This person had murdered her sister-in-law. He had left her nephew motherless. He was trying to ruin her brother. He was toying with her as if this were a game.
Rage blasted through her. She got her .38 out of the console in her car, held it as she went into her house. The place seemed clear, but she didn’t let her guard down.
Biting her lip, she went to her computer and pulled up her blog. She clicked on New Post and started typing.
To the bottom-dwelling psychopath who murdered my sister-in-law: I will find you. You think you’re clever, but you’ll make mistakes. You already have. We know things about you that you didn’t know you revealed. It’s just a matter of time
.
Get ready. The ride’s about to get bumpier
.
Curious Cat
She hit Send and waited as the letter showed up as a new blog post. Then slamming her chair back against her credenza, she checked the chambers of her revolver to make sure it was loaded. Grabbing her keys, she went back to her car.
Now she could go to the police station and take care of her brother.
He laughed as he read her blog. His plan was working. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and soon they would give him the respect he deserved.
But it did bug him that she claimed to know things hehadn’t anticipated. What could she know? He’d disposed of the clown suit. It was a pile of ashes in the incinerator. There was nothing to connect the murder to him.
And there would be nothing to connect him to the next one. He’d thought it all the way through. It was the perfect plan, with a perfect result.
He wasn’t a psychopath. He was just a deep thinker, one who did what was necessary to take care of himself. Others waited for life to happen to them, and they took the cards they were dealt. They deserved to be victims, but not him.
He was too smart for that. He could shuffle the deck the way he wanted, and choose his own hand. And when it was all over, he would not be remembered as a bottom-dwelling psychopath, or even as a killer.
Not even Curious Cat could trace these deaths to him.
C HAPTER 20
N o, not here. Take a right after the red light. Then a quick left. Could you stop by the bank up there and let me run in so I can pay you?”
Holly sighed and made the right turn. Her passenger would probably skip out the back door of the bank without paying. But what could she do? It wasn’t like she could run a credit report every time someone called.
“I have to keep the meter running while you’re in there,” she said, turning into the bank’s parking lot.
“Of course, no problem. I’m not gonna run out on you, if that’s what you think. I need you. I just got my license revoked for getting another DUI.”
Holly glanced in her mirror at the woman. “Sorry about that.”
The woman was quiet as she dug into her purse. “Yeah, but I’m going to meetings and trying to get my life together.Don’t want to lose my job just because I can’t drive. So if you’ll just wait while I run in.” She opened the door, started to get out. “You really will wait, won’t you? I really do have to get to work.”
“Yes. I’m not going anywhere.”
The woman who looked too classy to have
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