Chapter Fifty-FiveHe stared at his reflection; bloodshot eyes hidden beneath bulging bags. He no longer recognised himself. He was out of control.
His heart thumped raucously, recalling her distorted twig-like limbs sprawled on the tarmac like puree.
The prospect of Kate being alive and talking hit and impaled him like a train at high speed. She wouldn't bring him down; he wouldn't allow it.
Soap suds cleared the windscreen as the car disembarked from the ramp.
All other evidence linking him to her was smoldering ashes in the woods. Police search teams would be canvassing the area; retracing their way back to the den where he had played out his fantasies, but they would not find any trace of him. He'd been careful, as he'd always been.
There was no way he would let that jumped-up litt
