Final Kill (IKK Crime Series #3)

by S.T. Ashman

“One of your kind has broken the pact of evil and turned on her own,” the letter read.

Many people judged a parent’s abilities by their financial success or educational background. But from what I’d seen on the job, real love wasn’t reserved for parents with material wealth or a polished resume. It was also in the mom who played Uno with one hand while holding a cigarette in the other, or the mom who lost her temper during her kid’s tantrum in the parking lot but covered them with kisses and hugs before bed.

I was dancing with the devil now, fully caught in the tango. And the thing about dancing with the devil was that once you started, you didn’t get to decide when the music stopped.

You’re a monster from pure darkness. I’m a monster walking in the light.”

That’s the nature of human potential. It’s capable of both brilliance and horror.”

But hope in itself wasn’t enough. Not without fuel. It had to be fed and sustained, like everything else in life.

I was a killer of killers. And on a killer’s playground, there was only one rule. Win and live, or lose and die.