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“His daughter was raped, tortured, debased, and shamed even after her death. As far as the sheriff was concerned, Robert Evans was the man who did it. Killing the man wasn’t enough for him. He had to go and shatter his kids before killing them too. Said the world needed to be cleansed of the devils it bore. Yet he never sees the evil in his own son’s eyes. Even that boy’s momma knew he was no good.”
“Hadley dug all this up somehow. Kyle is one sick fuck. Started torturing and killing animals at the ripe age of five. By seven, his mother decided she couldn’t handle him. He had a tantrum and cut her with a knife. She took him to the sheriff, who was all too happy to take away all her custodial rights, and she stayed in town, watching her son grow up from a distance. I bet her life was a living hell.”
It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.
Find the fucker who is killing your people before Bennett finds out what we buried.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about, babe. I can take care of myself.” I can take care of you better.
The lies we tell influences them. The present is pregnant with the future.
Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do. —Voltaire
“The same thing that always happens when you have a bunch of men too close to power. They think the sheriff is invincible, and by proxy, so are they. I could give you a list of indiscretions a mile long, but on that particular day, it was a fire that was set. The deputies burned a house down with two people in it because they wouldn’t sell their property for the new town restaurant—a restaurant the sheriff put in after their untimely deaths.”
If Victoria had lived, she would have come back. She’d be this Scarlet Slayer you’re looking for. That girl’s fire always burned hotter and fiercer than anyone else’s.”
“They’re going after Logan,”
The whole town will bleed if I’m too late. The whole fucking town will scream for me.
It’s not a man who just saved my life. It wasn’t a beast at all. It was a woman.
Touch him again, and I’ll burn the town to the ground with everyone still in it.
He’s a true medium, and he helps solve cases that can’t otherwise be solved. But he said he refused to be involved with this one, because the killer is after souls too dark for him to save. He said there are souls begging him to help the killer, and the darker souls were trapped by the lighter ones, being held down. He’s only had that on a very rare occasion.”
The time for secrets is over. Tell my story. Save your soul.
“They fed him nails. Made him swallow them,” Burrows says, swallowing hard like he can taste the nails. “Sheriff Cannon shoved the nails into Robert’s mouth himself. Robert was crying, begging them to stop, still pleading his innocence. I tried,” he says quickly, looking me in the eyes. “I tried to stop them. One of his deputies pistol whipped me and left me bleeding in the corner.”
“The nails sliced through his esophagus. He was spitting up blood and screaming in pain. They took out their batons and did terrible things to his backside then. They used the batons to rape him repeatedly, held his face against the table as he bled out from both ends. The sheriff then beat him the rest of the way to death once everyone had their turn at depravity.”
People saw a guy in a Michael Myers mask
“These people have been conditioned from speaking out for years and years, finding punishment instead of reward. Finding terror instead of pride. Now this masked crusader comes in and is calling them out on their lies, killing the corrupt ones who’ve oppressed them for this long. Their loyalties are shifting to our killer instead of their oppressors. Before long, they’ll develop a hero worshiping complex and consider the killer to be a vigilante speaking out against injustice.”
“Because our unsub has a partner.”
Clever tyrants are never punished. —Voltaire
“I’m the girl you thought you broke,” I say quietly, taking a step toward him as his body seizes in delicious fear. “I’m the girl you took too much from.” Another step from me, and a pained sound from him as he tries to stand, but falls back down in his haste. “I’m the girl you thought you killed.” He finally gets to his feet, and my fist shoots out, connecting with his face over and over as he weakly tries to shield himself. I finally grab his hair and slam his face into the glass, knowing Jake is on the other side and enjoying this like I am. “I’m the girl who finally ends your reign of
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The rope holds his neck, and his naked, fleshless body dangles from the tower as the bells chime on. If she wanted to make a statement that would incite a full-blown panic, she just won that war.
“There was one new thing besides the complete flaying,” she says, grimacing. “What?” “The eyes were sewn open.”
It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong. —Voltaire
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. —Voltaire
“Apparently the amnesia is gone, and suddenly everyone wants to tell the tale of what happened ten years ago, along with everything that’s been going on before and since then. We’re going to be taking statements for the rest of the night.”
“She left with Jacob Denver. The two of them own a buy, sell, and trade store online. And Kennedy Carlyle now goes by Lana Myers.”
Run. Before the town burns to the ground. Run. Run. Run.
I’ve loved a killer who I knew nothing about. I’ve loved a girl who was obsessed with a dead family to the extent of killing, or manipulated by a man who preyed on her psychosis. One way or another, I’m finding out tonight.
