Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

The woman who’d been known as Gina Royal, wife of an especially horrible serial killer, is gone, another corpse Melvin left behind him. She’s better off dead.

But Dad is also a memory to me. A strong, warm figure tucking me into bed and placing a kiss on my forehead. A laughing man whirling me around in the sun. A father kissing my boo-boo finger and making it better. A giant shadow scooping me up off that soft braided rug and folding me in warm, protective arms.

What kind of sick bastard takes the side of a cold-blooded psychopath who tortures and kills innocent young women? And gets paid for it?

He could shoot me and dump me in the ocean, and I don’t think I’d care. I feel dead inside. I want my kids, and my kids don’t want me, and how do you live after that?

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