Chapter 31
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
“Gimme,” said the boy, his hand palm up. He chewed and swallowed the raw liver with so much gusto Chepi was afraid he might choke. “Don’t eat so fast. Chew carefully.”
“Gimme more,” the boy stared at his mother, his eyes empty as a ghost’s. “I’m hungry. Gimme meat.”
“No,” said Chepi. “We have to save some for later.”
“I’m hungry. Gimme more. Now!”
“You can have some tomorrow…”
Northern California, Present Time
Monday came far too fast for Maggie. The swelling around her mouth and cheek subsided, her bruises turned from purple to green, and she felt human again, but she wasn’t in the mood to hunt a killer today. She would have loved nothing more than to remain buried to her chin under her down comforter with a good book, a mug filled to the
