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me. Granville, just do it and hurry. And for God’s sake, make sure they’re all dead. I don’t want them screaming as we chuck them in the river. If any cops are close, they’ll come running.”
    Mansfield released Monica and her leg buckled. She dropped to her knees holding on to the dirty cot for support as Mansfield and Rocky left the room, leaving her staring at the end of the doctor’s gun.
    “Just do it,” Monica hissed. “You heard the lady. Hurry up and do it.”
    The doctor’s mouth turned up in that cobra smile that turned her gut to water. “You think it’s going to be fast. You think it’s going to be painless.”
    Crack . Monica screamed as the pain in her head was drowned out by the burning in her side. He’d shot her, but she wasn’t dead. Why am I not dead?
    He smiled at her as she twisted, trying to make the pain stop. “You’ve been a thorn in my side since the day you got here. If I had time, I’d slice you to ribbons. But I don’t. So say good-bye, Monica.” He lifted the gun, then jerked his head to one side, his face darkening in rage at the same moment another shot rang in her ears. Monica screamed again as fire burned across the side of her head. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the next shot. But it never came. Blinking back tears, she opened her eyes.
    He was gone and she was alone. And not dead.
    He missed. Goddamn him to hell, he missed . He was gone. He’ll be back .
    But she saw no one. Vartanian will be here any minute with the state cops . The woman had said this. Monica didn’t know anybody named Vartanian, but whoever he was, he was her only chance at survival. Get to the door . Monica pushed to her knees and crawled. A foot. Another foot. Get to the hall and you can get away.
    She heard footsteps. A woman, beaten and bloody, her clothes torn, was staggering toward her. The other two , the doctor had said. This was Bailey. She’d gotten away. There was still hope . Monica lifted her hand. “Help me. Please.”
    Bailey hesitated, then yanked her to her feet. “Move.”
    “Are you Bailey?” Monica managed to whisper.
    “Yes. Now, move or die.” Together they staggered down the hall. Finally they came to a door and stumbled into daylight, so bright it hurt.
    Bailey came to an abrupt stop and Monica’s heart dropped to her stomach. In front of them stood a man with a gun pointed straight at them. He wore the same uniform as Mansfield. The badge on his shirt said “Sheriff Frank Loomis.” This wasn’t Vartanian with the state police. This was Mansfield’s boss and he wouldn’t let them get away.
    So this is how it would end. Tears seeped down her face, burning her raw skin as Monica waited for the next crack of gunfire.
    To her shock Sheriff Loomis put his finger to his lips. “Follow the trees,” he whispered. “You’ll find the road.” He pointed to Monica. “How many more in there?”
    “None,” Bailey whispered harshly. “He killed them all. All except her.”
    Loomis swallowed. “Then go. I’ll go get my car and meet you by the road.”
    Bailey tightened her hold. “Come on,” she whispered. “Just a little bit longer.”
    Monica stared at her feet, willing them to move. One step, then another. Freedom. She’d get to freedom. Then she’d make them all pay. Or die trying.
    Dutton, Georgia, Friday, February 2, 3:05 p.m.
    Susannah Vartanian stared at the passenger side mirror as the house in which she’d grown up grew smaller as each second passed. I have to get out of here. As long as she remained here, at this house, in this town , she was no longer the woman she’d become. She was no longer a successful New York City assistant district attorney who commanded respect. As long as she was here, she was a child, alone and afraid, hiding in a closet. A victim. Susannah was damn tired of being a victim.
    “Are you all right?” The question came from the man behind the wheel. Special Agent Luke Papadopoulos. Her brother’s partner and