For prestige.
For fame.
For the crown.
Also, it was mostly to show Elizabeth her place, and that there were men out there who wouldn’t tolerate her insubordination, her ego, or her ridiculous love of justice.
The world wasn’t black and white, but instead gray, and she lived with firm rules that made her…undesirable.
In his world, men ruled.
When he watched and learned more about her, and how she slept with as many men as she did, calling them‘husband’…it drove him, and his father to the point of rage.
She was an aberration of the rule.
Women needed to know their place, and he’d not lied to her when he met her at his office.
It was a pleasure to meet her.
And now, it would be a pleasure to break her.
All of the bodies that she was being left were just a trail of clues. If she was smart enough to find them and use them, it would give her a roadmap to him.
If she missed even one…
KABOOM.
Her career and her world would blow up.
What he knew about her was she would always follow the rules, she would always fight for the underdog, and she would always do the right thing.
He was betting that was the case.
At some point, he was going to get one of her husbands. It was only a matter of time. His gut told him to go for the weakest link in the group.
Not the man who had been the head of the FBI.
Not the man who had been a reservation police chief.
Not the man who had been an agent.
He was going to go for the medical examiner. What he knew was that the man was sick.
Yes, with a little money, some careful observation, and a little craftiness, one could find all the secrets in the world. Oh, and he knew Doctor Christopher Leonards.
The man was a powerful man, in his own right, and he respected that. Ultimately, he wouldn’t kill him, if Elizabeth gave herself over to him so he could destroy her piece by piece.
Only, he knew the truth.
Her husband wouldn’t. If he loved her, like he believed, he’d take the torture to spare her. In that case, he’d make sure she found him taken apart.
He’d destroy him.
Devon knew that she’d get to his remains, and that would break her more than anything.
Her kids were MIA, and that was okay. Honestly, he didn’t find killing children all that tasteful. What he preferred was making women pay.
His mother was one of those women. Dutiful on the outside, but behind closed doors, she was a bossy, hateful hag. It made him hate women, and with good reason.
