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I turn back.

“What do you know about a guy called The Preacher?”

He frowns.

“Finn. Leave that well alone.”

I arch a brow.

He’s piqued my interest.

“No one knows who he is. But rumor is—it’s like a cult.”

Makes sense.

The mark.

The girls.

The ownership.

“Like a cult, or is a cult?” I question.

He shrugs. “Depends who you ask.”

Now I know for sure, my kill in Ohio wasn’t The Preacher.

“You know where I can find him?”

Tim laughs.

“If anyone knew, he’d be getting the death penalty right now, Dr. Quinn. Leave it alone. Don’t bring him here.”

What a fuckin’ baby.

“Fine,” I scoff and head out.

Being in this place too long makes me itch.

The rain pours down.

I tip my head back and close my eyes, letting the droplets fall across my skin.

Fucking cleanse me.

It’s been one hell of a year.

My brother nearly died in my arms.

I became an uncle again—twice.

And me?

I’m stuck living two damn lives.

Heart surgeon by day.

Serial killer by night.

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