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That was the first time in my memory that Michael hadn’t referred to Daniel Redding either as Dean’s father or by name. It was a subtle kindness coming from a boy who frequently called Dean by the last name he shared with the monster, just to get under his skin.
“He said, Next time, bring the girl.”
But leaving evidence behind? Sloppy. Stupid. Unworthy.
“If I don’t want Cassie in a room with him, what makes you think I would be any happier putting you on the chopping block?”
“If things get too intense, I’ll tell him some statistics about domesticated ferrets.”
“Wasn’t that what you wanted—for us to be normal and safe?” That was a low blow.
Oop
“I’m done fighting you on it.”
MHM
“Because if you’re a part of Dean’s life, you’re a part of mine.” There was something about the look in Redding’s eyes that was chilling. “Do you know what he’s done? What he is?”
“We prisoners do a lot of that, you know. Chatting.”
Two killers,
One killer who left evidence. One who didn’t. Both under Redding’s control.
“Male. According to his roommate, who discovered the body, his name was Gary Clarkson.”
AHHHH
“Thousands of them, under his bed.”
Damn.
“Clark’s DNA matches the sample found under Trina Simms’s fingernails.”
“is that Gary Clarkson isn’t just victim number four. He’s also our second UNSUB.”
WHAT
But this imitation, this pretender—he’d done it wrong. He’d had to pay.
The movie postulates that the most foolproof way to get away with murder is for two strangers to take out each other’s targets.” “That way,” Briggs said softly, “each killer has an alibi when their target dies.”
Like Christopher Simms was in a meeting with Briggs when someone killed his mother.
IM SAT.
this had always been about Dean.
“Townsend, he means something to you,” Dean said, his own voice as hoarse as mine. “He makes you smile.” And you deserve to smile.
“I feel… something.” Dean’s words came unevenly. He turned toward me, his leg brushing against mine. “But I don’t know if I can—I don’t know if it’s enough.”
Prisoners chat.
I also know that half the time, he hates that he wants you.”
“I don’t just want you.” Now both of his hands were on my face. “I want to want you.”
Michael taking a step back and trying to be the good guy. For me.
it wasn’t just Michael in my head; it was also Dean.
Scared of hurting either one of them. Scared of losing someone I cared about when I’d already lost so much.
He was saying Pick me.
Mariachi music started blaring all around us.
OMG
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she called over the sound of the music. “‘Feliz Navidad’?” Michael said. “Really, Lia? Really?”
What if they weren’t the only ones? “You think there’s a third.”
“No,” a voice said, directly behind me. “You won’t.”
What is going OOONNN
She’d risk her life, but she wouldn’t risk mine.
It was dark outside, but things were getting darker as my vision blurred and inky blackness began to close in on me.
The one who’d refused to allow us to stay in the car.
All I saw was a flash of movement, the glint of metal. And then everything went black.
The FBI agent picks up the girl.
we’re doing it my way.
“Because,” I said, nodding toward my right foot and wincing when my head protested, “I’m wearing a GPS tracking anklet.”
YESS YESSSBSWNZBJSS
“I never activated the tracker. I thought wearing it was deterrent enough.”
NOOOOOO
The tracker was supposed to go off. It was supposed to lead Briggs straight to us.
There was no enough.
You did that. You.
“I’m going to untie you,” you say, just to watch the surprise flicker through their eyes. “You’re going to run. I’ll even give you a two-minute head start.”
Stoooopppp
Take them. Free them. Track them. Kill them.
The smell of fear is tantalizing. You smile. “I hope you can run.”
Creepy
I ran.
No time. No time for pain. Climb. Climb. Climb.
Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me.
I didn’t miss.
