Chapter One
“AJ, did you hear what I said?”
Oh, I’d heard him. Right up to the point he’d told me the monster who had killed my parents and sister was on the beeline express to yours truly—provided he hadn’t already trained his sharp little eyes on me. I placed my bet on the latter. Clark was antsy to finish the job he’d failed to complete months earlier—to witness my last breath as he ended my existence in this world.
One might wonder what would make a twenty-something photographer so enticing. With Clark, it was all about exacting a revenge long overdue, though I had been responsible for no part. And yet, like my insatiable need for the elusive peanut butter and pickle concoction, Clark’s need was rooted in the execution—the completion—of his mission. So he’d returned to destroy me.
