Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

He packed early, while I was still asleep. We keep score on things like that, and he silently points to his bag to let me know he wins. Again.

I can’t decide if that was him trying to still be Dad, or if the monster was all there ever was, and Dad was a mask he wore to mock us.

“If I’m already dead to the people I love, I might as well die for them.”

I sense someone behind me. A shadow, moving fast. I whirl and pull the trigger. I realize just one second too late that it isn’t Melvin. It’s Sam.

“Almost a thousand arrests just this week,” he says. “All over the world. Including the ones who bought tickets to the show that night.”