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happen! She didn’t do what I told her.”
    “B-but she’s dead,” the girl whimpered.
    “Shut up and let me think!” Blalock’s voice edged on hysteria.
    “If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone. I swear!” the girl pleaded.
    “I said, shut up!” Blalock hissed.
    Marcus cleared the rusty and mold-infested bathroom to his immediate left, then proceeded to the end of the short hall to the only other room in the closet-sized flat. And there the entire ugly scene played out before him. In the right corner, beneath a broken lamp and on a stained threadbare mattress, lay the limp, naked body of a girl not more than twelve or thirteen. Marcus knew from the unnatural angle of her head that her neck was broken. Her life finished.
    To the left, near the cutout kitchen and the sliding glass door, there was another girl, about the same age, half dressed. A very naked Blalock towered over her with his hands wrapped around her neck.
    Marcus’s gaze narrowed on Blalock. His instinct was to take the piece of shit out at that precise moment and let the girl live, but another part of him knew that to do so would expose him.
    “Plu—eezz,” the girl begged, barely able to breathe. Her small hands clutched her attacker’ s. Blalock laughed and shoved her down to her knees. He grabbed the cord from the floor lamp next to him, yanked it from the socket, then wound it around her neck.
    Anger galvanized in Marcus’s heart. His own heart rate escalated, he could hear his blood swish hot and harsh through his veins. His body warmed, his neck corded, his teeth . . . He forced himself to focus.
    “No—” the girl gasped. Blalock grasped the cord withboth hands, then twisted and pulled. He watched her eyes close and her body still, then lose consciousness.
    Something inside Marcus snapped. He roared furiously. In two long strides, he moved into the room and grabbed Blalock around the neck from behind, catching him in a carotid choke hold. He applied pressure—not enough to choke Blalock out, but enough for it to hurt. Marcus wanted the prick fully conscious. He wanted him to feel the same terror he’d exacted on the girls. Marcus hauled him off the girl, who crumpled to the floor.
    “What the hell?” Blalock choked, taking a swing at Marcus.
    Marcus did not break the cadence of his step. He shoved open the sliding glass door, dragging Blalock with him onto the small patio. The chill of the night air hit him like a glass wall.
    “What the
hell
?” Blalock cried again, continuing to try to wrestle free. Marcus didn’t stop. One step away from the edge of the balcony, he shoved the pedophile over it, his pasty white ass up in the air, his eyes staring straight down to the concrete alley ten floors below.
    Marcus dug his elbow into Blalock’s back and kept his right arm locked around his neck. He could feel the thick cord of his jugular. The hot stream of blood as it flowed to his brain. Marcus fought the urge to show Blalock the monster he was. Maybe after he had the information he needed, he would. Though he sometimes hated what he was, there were times when he enjoyed the shock value of it just before he killed. It was the little things.
    He leaned closer, and in the press secretary’s ear softly asked, “Does Senator Rowland know what you do here every Wednesday night, you sick fuck?”
    Vehemently, Blalock shook his head. Though Marcus could not out and out read a person’s thoughts, he was highly intuitive. He knew when someone was lying, when they were telling the truth, and with the ladies? He could smell their lust before they even realized they wanted him.
    Marcus ground his elbow into Blalock’s kidney. “Don’t lie to me! Does he look the other way?”
    “No!” Blalock screamed. “No one knows except me and my pimp.”
    Marcus growled. “I guess the dead girl won’t be telling anyone.”
    “That was an accident, I didn’t mean to . . . I—it wasn’t supposed to happen.”
    “Bullshit. Word on the