Chapter 33

Served you right, bitch. You got what you deserved, like all the others. Whores, destroying the bond between a father and son. Won’t happen again, will it?

He pounded his fist on the steering wheel, shouting out his elation, the need to kill gone—for the timebeing.

11

Steve awoke Saturday morning to the sound of his phone chiming. He grabbed it, pushing the answer button before the ringing could wake Gary. Easing out of bed, he went into the hallway and closed the door before he said, “Who the hell is calling at the crack of dawn.”

There was a short bark of laughter before Owen replied, “It’s me. He struck again.”

“How the hell? I thought he was locked up in a psych ward.”

“Oh, sorry. Not Lloyd, obviously. I meant the man who’s been slaughtering business women.”

“Damn. Your job is never done, is it? Where this time?” He propped his foot against the wall and leaned back as he listened to Owen’s reply.

“In the Botanic Gardens, and I mean in them, not in the parking garage.”