Devil Hath Come (an FBI/Romance Thriller ~book 7) Read Free Page A

eliminate the proof of what he’d done, and since his master lived in fire, what better way?
    If the media was right, all three were very good at their jobs and always found the killer.
    So, he’d have to be better.
    Tossing his clothes into the flames, he added the gloves and the wipes that he used to clean the blood from his face and arms.
    There were more sacrifices to plan. Murder didn't just plot itself. His laughter filled the night air. “Right, witch?” he asked the dead woman, as he enjoyed the screams that were forever saved in his mind.
    Scanning the scene he had set, he marked everything off his mental checklist. The fire would put itself out, and before long someone would find the woman and read the note. He’d done an excellent job, if he did say so himself.
    It was perfect.
    Staring at the note, he knew its importance. Once she was found, they’d call for the raven haired beauty and she’d come.
    There was no way that she would turn her back on a killing.
    She was one of those who fought for justice, and he was one who would triumph for the darkness.
    The battle was brewing.
    At this point, i t could be anyone’s game.
    For now, he would bide his time and wait for her arrival.  Soon, his final victim would show up, and he’d do what he’d promised. He would hand her over to his new God and claim his reward.
     
    It was time for Elizabeth Blackhawk to prove her worth.
     
    Or die trying….
     
     
     
     
     
            ~ Chapter One ~
         Monday Morning
    Seven days until Halloween.
     
     
     
    There was the even beat of footfalls as the quiet morning air was broken by their rhythmic syncopation. Together, they were running as a unit and like much in their daily lives, they had her tucked protectively between them.
    They were the guardians and she was the one who laid claim to their hearts.
    To the world they looked like three FBI agents getting in their morning exercise, but to those close to them, they knew the truth. They were a family and she was their core.
    Her breath puffed out in a steamy cloud and drifted up towards the heavens, as her heart pumped the blood through her body. There was nothing like forcing yourself to meet the morning with an excruciating dose of exercise.
    Running was both pleasurable and total hell. It fired off the endorphins; it toned the body and made you strong, but six miles was borderline torture. Since having children, her body had definitely changed, and so had her metabolism. As she became older, she needed to work for it more. Food had become fuel, and exercise had become a necessity.
    Unfortunately…
    As age ticked away and tacked more numbers to the count, this was the one way to counteract its effects. Now that winter was coming, they would only get a few more morning runs in before they had to head to the local gym to workout.
    For a while, they used the facility at FBI West, but it became irritating to be watched like you were under a magnifying glass. Getting a gym membership in town had assured that they could run and exercise without the stares of their employees. It wasn’t that she didn't enjoy tormenting and messing with their minds- oh, she did. It was just that when you had to get down to business and get back in shape, you didn't want everyone watching you like you were a circus side show act.
    They may be the bosses, but they were still the victims of rumors and open speculation.
    Today they opted to run outside, and now she was sandwiched between the loves of her life. Once they came out as a couple and family, Elizabeth had to defend them and her choices quite often.
    How can two brothers share the same woman?
    How can the man, who was betrayed by the other, forgive him and make the ultimate sacrifice?
    She had been deemed morally unjust in a world of the puritanically sin free.
    When it came to true love, she refused to question it or rati onalize it. Let the haters hate and let the hypocrisy continue.
    She knew the truth and would