Amelia’s frantic gaze flew around the interrogation room. “I want a deal! I want—”
“There is no deal for you. You murdered Wesley Kaiser in cold blood. You saw him, and you feared he’d tell us about your involvement. So you killed him.”
Amelia’s lips trembled. “My whole life was on the l-line. What was I supposed to do?”
Macey didn’t move.
“I didn’t know he’d written a confession.” Amelia’s eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, God, I didn’t know!”
Macey watched her for a moment. Amelia’s body was swaying, tears sparking on her lashes. “He didn’t.” Her voice was so quiet.
But Amelia heard those soft words. Her eyes immediately flew open.
“He didn’t leave a confession, but you just made one.”
Amelia’s mouth dropped. “You...you lied?”
“And you killed.” Macey turned her back on the other woman. “But you won’t be doing that anymore. You won’t be doing anything but spending the rest of your life behind bars.”
“No!” Amelia screamed.
Macey didn’t look back. She’d gotten what she needed. She opened the door. A uniformed cop waited on the threshold. “Take her back to holding,” Macey told him. “And be sure you read Dr. Lang her rights.”
* * *
MACEY PULLED IN a deep, bracing breath as she stood in the hospital corridor. She’d already checked on Dr. McKinley—he was healing nicely. And Zack Douglas was going to pull through, too, thank goodness. Samantha and Tucker had found him just in time.
There were no more killers for her to hunt right then. No more victims to discover. The case was over.
Three killers—Jonah, Amelia and Wesley. A twisted team that had hunted dark predators but had themselves become lost in the darkness.
Sometimes Macey had worried that she was letting her own darkness consume her. The pain from her past, the need for vengeance...
She opened the hospital room door.
Bowen was sitting up in bed. He smiled when he saw her.
She didn’t worry about getting lost in the darkness anymore. She’d come out of that cage, and she’d gone into the light.
Bowen had shown her the way.
“We got her,” she told him.
Bowen lifted his hand toward her. She hurried to him and her hand extended. Her sleeves were still up. She could see her scars. She didn’t want to hide anymore. Not the good or the bad. Not her fears. Not her hopes. She wanted to take life, to hold it tight. To savor every single moment.
Her fingers curled with his.
And Macey knew her nightmares didn’t matter anymore. The future—that mattered. Her life with Bowen mattered.
What would come next...
That mattered.
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