The Sixth Wicked Child (4MK Thriller, #3)

by J.D. Barker

“Right before they left me in that hotel, Bishop’s mother said, “‘Why would you tell this nice man your father was dead.’

“They’re all killers—his mother, his father, and Bishop, and I think all three of them are here in Chicago, right now. The three of them are finishing something that started years ago, something that began way back in Bishop’s childhood.

Bishop settled back in his chair. “I don’t, not really. He’s the guy Porter hired to write those things.”

The thin folder was labeled Bishop, Anson. It was the label on the thick folder that grabbed his attention, reached around his heart, and squeezed hard enough to cause his body to jerk. He looked up at the doctor. “What’s this?” “You tell me.” The thick folder was labeled Porter, Samuel.

“This is home, Sam. His home, where he was forced to live after those horrible events in Simpsonville. After we failed to protect him, our little boy.”

I’ve always found it amusing, what people will believe when you slap a colorful cover over some text and tell them it’s fiction.”