Page 72 of Fatal Vision
Chapter Thirteen
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THE NIGHT WASlit with a nearly full harvest moon hanging low in the sky. The dark fields around the farmhouse glowed ghostly white from frost.
Killing fields, the man thought. Endless acres of ground, ripe for graves.
Should have killed her the first time.
His stupid emotions had gotten in the way, just like after she’d come out of the coma.
Now she was in there with Bells, having sex.
Oh yes, he’d heard them going at it like rabid monkeys. It hadn’t been hard to bug the place during their little jaunt to Shelby’s office.
Bells was so smug, thinking he knew what was happening, what was going to happen.
Shelby, still pretending she didn’t remember that day.
Now, she had her files. Not all of them, but enough. Things were about to get interesting.
Fatally interesting.
But first, he wanted to play with them a little.
Because now he knew.
Bells still loved her.
Killing him would be too easy. Too quick and painless, even if he watched Shelby die first.
Refine, reorder, rework.
To make Bells really suffer, he needed to take an eye for an eye. Take someone from him whom he loved more than his own sorry hide.
Ah yes, justified revenge felt good.
Too good.
If only it didn’t involve actually killing Shelby. She was special. He would miss her.
In the end, that didn’t matter. Only avenging Peter did, along with stopping Bells from his never-ending path of destruction and mayhem.
Bells had gotten away with far too many things in his life. Hurt too many people under the guise of being a hero.
He was no hero. He was a renegade who cared about no one except himself and two other people.
Connor McKenzie and Shelby Claiborne.
Killing fields.
It wouldn’t take but a minute to change the quiet night into a maelstrom of pain and death.
All he had to do was get close to the house. Put his new plan into action.
The security system wouldn’t be a problem. The dog might.
