Just like the slippery snake he was.
As soon as the sheriff inCorpus Christireached out to the FBI, Elizabeth was in the air, and on her way to the scene of the crime.
From the reports coming in, he’d killed three women, cut out their eyes, and took them with him for who knows what.
That had yet to be seen, but deep down, she knew what was about to go down.
A clusterfuck.
Now, Elizabeth had to get to that city, so she could figure out what his next step was going to be.
Call it a hunch, but she didn’t think it was going to be good for her, or anyone else he was targeting.
This was the issue with playing games with someone who hadYEARSto prepare and was raised by a lunatic.
It came back to biteHERin the ass.
At some point, it would be the final showdown, but for now, he was playing a sick game of leading them down this trail to who knew what?
That was the big question.
What was waiting for them?
Oh, most definitely it was going to be bodies, but Elizabeth was smart enough to know that there would be more too.
Devon Slater would leave little clues in an attempt to help and hurt her. He would try to trip her up by getting her to miss the important clues and hyperfocus on the unimportant ones.
The pitfalls, if you would.
It was a matter of watching the clues and deciding what path to take.
She deemed it much like the‘choose your own adventure’books she loved when she was a kid. You’d make a choice, and whatever you picked had ramifications.
Some good.
Some bad.
Some deadly.
In this case, she was hoping the universe and God were on her side. There was no room for error in this, and she knew it. With each choice she made, someone’s life was on the line.
Would it be hers?
One of her children?
A husband?
Someone innocent?
She wouldn’t know until the outcome played out. Unfortunately for her, there was no beginning clues. When Devon Slater blew up his office, along with the file cabinets full of information, and probable clues, she was left to wait for the first body drop.
And here it was.
She’d gotten the call, and immediately, her jet was in the air—but not fully staffed.
No.
She wasn’t risking it.
