![]() ![]() #Deadlock catherine coulter trialWhat a sweet name for a mean-as-a-snake muscled gang leader awaiting trial for the murder of her boyfriend and his lover. She saw Angela lounging against a wall, probably giving orders to her minions. Marsia went over to the narrow window that looked out over the desolate exercise yard with its scarred, ancient wooden tables and benches, the pathetic torn basketball hoop where she usually won playing Horse-cigarettes, a small bar of soap from a Holiday Inn, an offer of a prison tattoo made from soot and shampoo or melted Styrofoam, no thank you. Maxie didn’t point out it wasn’t dark yet, too early to sleep. ![]() Marsia wished she could tear her face off. “I won’t fail this time!” She didn’t realize she’d screamed the words until the guard, a big lummox named Maxie, appeared at the bars and stared at her. Didn’t work out for you this time, did it? She heard her mother’s vodka-slurred voice whisper, Even as a child, when you wanted something, you grabbed for it, didn’t think. She’d make sure Savich knew it was Marsia Gay who’d set everything in motion, who’d had her final revenge. ![]() He’d proven he was smart, but she was just as smart-no, she was smarter, and she was going to prove it. She wouldn’t underestimate him, not this time. She knew she had to snag his interest with something unique, begin with only an oblique threat, nothing too over-the-top, but something enigmatic and bizarre enough that Savich wouldn’t be able to resist. He would die only after she killed the two people closest to him, the two people whose deaths would hurt him most. Savich was a dead man walking-but not yet, not just yet. Of course, that bitch Veronica would pay for her betrayal, too, no doubt about that, but he was the one who’d rained this misery down on her, the one she wanted most. He was the one who’d screwed her perfect plan sideways, the man responsible for her being locked in this soulless circle of hell. Marsia Gay would be living like a queen, not like an animal locked in a cell, if it weren’t for FBI agent Dillon Savich. ![]()
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