Fear For Me: A Novel of the Bayou Butcher (For Me 2)

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Kyle growled, his voice lethal. “Now you settle the hell down.”

“Know…”

The grated whisper came from Wesley.

She leaned forward, heart racing. “Stay still.” She wasn’t sure how long the guy had. He needed to be airlifted out of there, freaking ASAP. A trauma unit would have to be on standby for him. Looking up at her partner, she said, “Kyle, we need a medevac—”

“Know…shot…me…”

Wesley had a giant hole in his head, and the man was still managing to speak. Talk about a fighter.

“Was it Paul?” she asked, leaning close to see his response.

“No…”

“What did he say?” Paul shouted. “Did he say it wasn’t me?”

“Was…right…”

“Right? Who’s—” She sucked in a sharp breath, understanding. Not right. Wright. Her head snapped up. “Kyle, get out there! See if you can find Ross!”

He hesitated. His gaze slid from her to Paul. He didn’t trust the detective. Neither did she, not with this scene, no matter what a bleeding man was telling her.

She’d learned long ago not to take risks.

Cadence lifted her gun. Centered it on Paul. “I’ve got this.” She’d stay until help arrived for Wesley. She’d keep Paul covered.

Kyle gave a grim nod, then headed for the back door.

“Fuck,” Paul yelled, his body vibrating with tension. “I can help.”

“Yeah, you can. Come over here and help me to save Wesley’s life.”

Dr. Greg Wright held Lauren in front of him, his knife at her throat. Her bleeding throat.

Anthony lifted his weapon, aiming for the man’s head. He could take the shot, easily missing Lauren, but…

Would the man have time to slash her throat before Greg went down?

“You don’t want to risk it,” Greg said as he backed deeper into the swamp. “You know if you so much as tighten that finger around the trigger, I’ll kill her long before your bullet can hit me.”

Anthony walked with him, matching the killer’s steps. Lauren was dead silent, her body shaking. He kept his flashlight on them. The gun was a solid weight in his hand.

It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.

He couldn’t say those words because they weren’t true. Instead, Anthony said, “It’s over, Greg. Cops are going to swarm this place any minute. There’s no place for you to go.”

Greg’s laughter cut through his words. “I know this swamp. I can disappear in five minutes, and your damn dogs and your cops won’t be able to catch me. I can vanish.”

“You’ll be a wanted man. Hunted.”

Lauren sucked in a sharp breath when the knife pressed deeper into her skin. Blood slid from the wound.

“They shouldn’t have known about me!” Rage bit through Greg’s words. “Walker screwed up the deal. No one was supposed to know.”

Anthony’s shoulders and arms had locked as he took his aim. He would not drop the gun. “You were the silent partner, right? The one always pulling the strings.”

Greg backed up a few more steps. The trees were twisting around them, blocking out even more of the faint light. The murky water of the swamp waited just yards away.

“I taught him,” Greg said, the words little more than a whisper. “He knew nothing until I showed him. He couldn’t even kill without vomiting everywhere!”

Lauren’s hands lifted. She curled her fingers around Greg’s arm and yanked. “Let me go!”

He held her tighter. “I knew he was like me.” Greg’s eyes were on Anthony. “I could tell the first time we met…I could tell.”

“Tell what?” Anthony demanded, fighting to keep his own rage and fear under control. “That he was another sick freak?”

“That he had the need! We were meant to be more than f**king cattle, like everyone else in those schools. We weren’t meant to shuffle down the hallways. We were meant to be more.”

Lauren stopped struggling. Just froze. “Did you become more when you killed my sister?”

Another low, chilling laugh came from Greg. “She liked me, did you know that? Liked the boy who couldn’t play football and who wasn’t the f**king class president. She’d meet me after school. Let me kiss her. Touch her.” He gave a hard shake of his head. “Then she tried to leave me!”

“And you killed her?” Pain broke Lauren’s words.”

“Jenny was mine. She should have known. I was never going to let her go.” More steps backward. A gator’s eyes gleamed from the dark water. “When you love someone, you want that person to stay with you forever.” He laughed once more, and it was a taunting sound. “Don’t you feel that way about her, Ross? I’ve seen the way you look at Lauren. Don’t you want to be with her forever?”

“Yes,” Anthony gritted.

“I showed Jenny just how strong I was. In the end,” Greg’s voice whispered, sliding through the night. “She knew.”

She knew you were a f**king killer.

“But the DA didn’t know,” Greg said, his mouth brushing over Lauren’s cheek. “I was beside you, Lauren, for so many days—and you never knew.” Rough laughter. “It felt so good to be that close, and now…now you’ll finally see what I can do.”

“No!” Anthony shouted back at him. He huffed out a hard breath. “I’ll drop my gun, if you let her go.”

Even in the darkness, he could see Greg shake his head. “It was supposed to be so easy. I had it all planned. Hawthorne was the killer, it was him.”

“Hawthorne’s still alive, and he’s going to tell the world what you did.” Maybe. The guy hadn’t exactly been showing a whole lot of life thanks to the f**king bullet in the head.

Another frantic shake of Greg’s head. “He shot himself! He shot—”

“He’s left-handed.” Anthony took a slow, gliding step toward Greg and Lauren. He hated the smell of her blood. Hated her pain and fear. “That was a stupid mistake for someone like you to make.”

“Left-handed?”

“Yeah, if he’d wanted to blow out his own brains, I think he would have used his dominant hand, don’t you?”

Rage twisted Greg’s face. “Voyt was coming! I heard his motorcycle! I had to hurry—”