“Don’t be silly; nothing is more important than whatever it is you need from me.” Plus, I can multitask.

“Have a look at this then. As you know, I’ve been trying to find the man who killed my family.” I started to tell her that I’d already told her to leave that shit alone, that I’ll handle it, but I knew it would be a waste of time.

“Go on.”

“Well, while I was trying to find his trail, I came across this pattern that I think you might be interested in. Somehow I get the feeling that it might have something to do with what you and the guys have been….oops.”

“Yeah, oops, how do you know what me and the guys have been working on?” Fuck!

“Um…” She looked guilty as hell as she refused to meet my eyes. “Sierra, I asked you a question.”

“That’s not important right now, just have a look at this.” I took the folder she passed me still not pleased that she knew anything about what me and the others have been into.

I know she’s a profiler and that she deals with some of the worst society has to offer, but I’m in the process of getting her out of that shit. Even if I give her grunt work to keep her ass busy, it’s better than her working for the fucking Feds. I just don’t know how to broach the subject of her giving up her dream job. As much as I hate her job, I hate the idea of taking something she loves away from her even more.

“What am I looking at?” She’d written down names and made some kind of diagram linking them, but none of them looked familiar to me. “Keep reading, you’ll see it. I went over the diagram twice and read the notations she’s made, and the picture became clearer.

“Someone’s killing off officials.”

“Yes, but you’ve seen the pattern, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have, leave this with me.” I did all I could not to tell her to go take care of our daughter and leave this ugly shit to me. I could already tell from the little bit she’d given me that we were about to wade through a cesspool of bullshit.

The pattern, as she pointed out, wasn’t hard to find if you knew what you were looking for. With her hint that it somehow tied into what I and others were dealing with, it made things that much easier. Someone in the last three months has systematically taken out a top-level social worker, a government official in charge of the foster care system, as well as a few family lawyers.

The last hit, which was just a few short hours ago, had been a judge who presided over most of the cases these lawyers had pled in his district. Knowing what I do about these fucks and their ilk, it wasn’t hard to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was just who the fuck was taking them out.

No clues were left behind, and all of the kills seemed professionally done. One strike straight to the heart with a sharp object which only showed up in autopsy. A stiletto is my guess. There was only one case where one of the lawyers had a broken arm as well as the wound, which could mean that he’d put up a fight.

Since he’d been the first victim, I’m guessing the killer had changed up their routine and had started taking out their victims when their defenses were down since no one else had any defensive wounds. If these fucks were into what I suspect, they were it serves their asses right. But I can’t leave whoever this is out there in the wind. Not with the FEDs already on their ass.

A sudden thought hit me, and I looked towards the doorway where my wife had just left. Is that why she’d brought it to me? Was she expecting me to save whoever this is? Hmm, food for thought.

LYON

It seems like everyone landed on the island at the same time. There were more people here than I expected, some of whom I’d met only once but had done my own research to make sure they were cleared to be around my wife and kids. “Dafuq is Mancini planning to put all these people?”

I asked no one in particular since my wife had already run off to talk to her nosy ass friends, leaving me with her kids. Mengele made a beeline for the house like she lived here, and I started to call her back, but she disappeared like her ass was on fire. I wasn’t too worried since we were on an island after all, nowhere for her to run.

Mancini had his shit together. The staff met us practically at the door and led us inside. Some of the faces looked new, and some were his men in the field, with the staff that had been here the last time. The place looked like he was expecting an invasion.

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