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herself in her work. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but her sister’s face, the way they had beaten her on that fucking video.
    There was no way she could do her job. Knowing that, she’d put in for a leave of absence the day after Randi had been killed.
    Jess wasn’t going to try to get back to her life until she found the ones who had ended Randi’s. She’d spent the past four months tracking down leads, and finally she had a solid one. Going home was not going to happen.
    You were always such a stubborn girl, Jess.
    Was it disrespectful to tell your mom to shut up if she was just a ghostly voice whispering in your head?
    Of course, Jess was trying really hard not to acknowledge her mom’s presence. Acknowledging it meant she just might have to listen to the voice of reason that seemed to echo her mother’s words. Acknowledging it meant that she might have to accept that it wasn’t the voice of reason—but actually her mother.
    So she just ignored it.
    She’d started hearing her mother’s voice the day Randi had died. Why her mom’s ghost had shown up then, Jess didn’t know. Didn’t care. Before Randi’s death, Jess had missed her mom so badly, she’d have given her right arm to speak with her again, even if it was just the ghostly little whispers. But now?
    Now…Jess wished that voice would go away. Nothing her mother said would change her mind.
    Jess didn’t want reason right now. She wanted vengeance.
    And she was close. Very close. She could all but smell the blood in the air. Her skin had been buzzing ever since she’d set foot in the club. The lower level of the club was open to the public, big on goth. The upper levels were for invited members only.
    Jess hadn’t expected to get invited up. She’d been happy just watching from the sidelines down below, hoping that he’d show up.
    His name was William Masters, and when she’d seen him two weeks earlier, she had known . She’d spent the past two weeks getting every bit of information she could on him. It wasn’t much.
    He was the one who had raped Randi. The one who had killed her. Her first instinct had been to get her gun and blow his brains out. She had bought the Browning when she was researching a story about gun crime, and she had kept it, locking it up in the fire safe under her bed. Out of curiosity, she had learned how to shoot it, and still went to the firing range two or three times a year.
    After Randi died, Jess had started going to the shooting range two or three times a week, and she’d gotten her hands on specialized bullets. Jess suspected she’d need one of those special bullets for this guy. He didn’t feel right.
    He was a monster. He was a rapist. He was a killer. But there was more than that. He made her skin crawl.
    What was he…?
    Jess would find out. If she had to follow him twenty-four/seven, she’d figure it out. Her job might be a little easier if the bastard would show his damned face, but she could wait. He’d be here sooner or later.
    Jess could wait.
    So far, every man and the few women who had approached her had been rebuffed with a cool, impersonal smile. Jess had been watching this scene for a while now, even before Randi— don’t think about her now….
    Jess had been studying the bondage scene since early summer in connection with a series of murders. The way the women had been treated prior to death smacked of somebody who took the dominance kick to a whole different level, and the way their bodies had been found, even more so.
    While this wasn’t exactly her scene, it wasn’t one that was unfamiliar to her. Blending in was something she had a knack for—part of the reason she’d made such a good investigative reporter.
    And that handy little talent hadn’t ever come in so handy.
    Thanks to her pale skin, the red wig she wore looked every bit as natural as her own pale