Prologue
We were more than 400 feet up in the air, balanced on a rickety metal platform on top of
the highest roller coaster I’d ever seen.
His dark form remained a silhouette as he grew closer, the hem of his trench coat flapping
in the wind behind him. We were so high up I could see the Golden Gate Bridge across the Bay
glowing in the night sky behind him.
The wind whipped up a small maelstrom, sending long strands of my hair in front of my
eyes, but I ignored it, keeping both arms straight in front of me, both hands wrapped around the
Glock 26 that I had pointed at his chest.
It took everything I had not to squeeze the trigger.
I’m not supposed to kill him.
An image of god-fearing women in high-heeled pumps and gloves kneeling in church
came back to me.
They were all praying for the soul of this piece of shit who was close enough now that I
could kill him easily with one shot. But I held back.
I’d promised I’d try not to kill him.
I like to keep my promises.
But damn it. He was making that really hard.
I was shivering even though I had on my thick leather motorcycle jacket. He must be
colder. I crept even closer. That’s when he stepped out of the shadow into the light, and I nearly
squeezed the trigger. He was holding a gun.
It was pointed at me.
“Put the gun down,” I yelled.
He was a bit unsteady on his feet, and the barrel of the gun was wobbling around a bit. He
probably couldn’t hit me, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
He took a step forward.
“Whoa!” I said and backed up. “Tell me right now why I shouldn’t kill you. Put down the
gun, or I’ll be forced to. And believe me, I want to do it.”
“I’m not going to prison,” he said.
In the distance, I heard the first wail of sirens. Out of my peripheral vision far below me, I
saw a line of squad cars with their lights on coming down the freeway toward the amusement
park.
I exhaled loudly and tried to control the urge to take his head off right then and there.
“Listen you piece of shit,” I said. “I want you dead. People like you, who prey on the weak
and helpless, you don’t deserve to live. You have destroyed entire families. As far as I can
see—and I’ve looked—you don’t have any redeeming qualities.”
“Fuck you, you dyke bitch.”
I actually laughed out loud.
“That the best you got?”
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