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“Hide Alex’s body in this cave?”

Jason frowned. “I had to make amends.”

“Amends?”

“We did horrible things,” Jason said, his gaze glassy and unfocused. “And we needed to pay for what we did. That was the only way to make amends. Killing Alex made me realize that we have to die for what we did.”

“What the hell did I do?” Phil asked, wincing and grunting as he carefully moved his hands, trying not to call attention to what he was doing. “According to those notes, you fuckers lied to me. You set me up. You blackmailed my father.”

“You have suffered enough,” Jason said. “I’m not going to kill you.”

Phil stared at him. “What the hell are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to drug you,” Jason said. “Again.”

“Again?”

“I spiked your drink last night,” Jason said.

Scowling, Phil said, “You what?”

Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Jason smiled. “I put a few drops of GHB in your champagne. Not too much. Nothing that would make you feel weird, or anything. Enough so that when you went to sleep, you wouldn’t wake up when I dragged you out of bed.”

Phil shook his head. “You dragged me from my room to this cave?”

Jason sneered, “I’m stronger than I look. And adrenaline helped. Haven’t you heard stories about those mothers who pick up cars when their kids are trapped?”

“Okay, so you got me in this cave,” Phil said. “And you’re not going to kill me. You’re going to drug me. And then what? I never wake up?”

Jason shook his head. “While you’re unconscious, I’m going to untie you. The speedboat is at the dock. The keys are in the ignition. You can sail away back to the mainland.”

“And what are you going to do?” Phil asked, staring at Jason. “Disappear. Get a new identity.”

With a rueful smile, Jason said, “I’ll be dead when you wake up.”

“What?”

“I’m going to take the remaining GHB which is enough to make sure I never wake up again.”

“Are you serious?”

Staring at him, Jason said, “It’s what I deserve because of what I did …”

CHAPTER 65

Fifteen Years Ago

12:26 am

Jason

Jason stood in the dark hallway, lips pressed together, trying to suppress the scream churning in his gut as he fought to catch his breath.

Leaning against the wall, Jason closed his eyes.

But the images remained firmly fixed in his mind, searing in his brain, making his head pound.

What he’d seen shouldn’t have surprised him, because he’d heard the gossip, and had his own suspicions. Still, gossip could be discounted, chalked up to jealousy and bitterness. And suspicions could be ignored, reduced to unproven conclusions.

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