Could I outthink him? Scare him? Set my own trap? Understanding his mind had been my mission since the first time he told me we had to get rid of Mom. But how could I scare a man who thought life in San Quentin had been a cakewalk? A man who enjoyed killing sons of bitches who richly deserved it? Not me. He understood my frailties, insecurities, and fears. He’d created them.
