TheDyingGame by Beverly Barton

Author:Beverly Barton [Barton, Beverly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2011-02-21T05:00:00+00:00

Pinkie had never attended a victim’s funeral. Not until today. He had been unable to resist the overwhelming urge to come back to Kentucky and watch Gale Ann Cain being laid to rest. She’d been a lovely woman. And such an easy kill. He would never forget her, just as he wouldn’t forget any of the others. They were all precious to him, especially the redheads.

Pausing in the midst of the mourners, he watched while the Powell agents descended on Barbara Jean Hughes like a swarm of locusts, surrounding her as Griffin Powell’s man, Sanders, wheeled her away from the graveside.

Did these fools actually think he would try to kill her today?

He knew that Griffin had intentionally released the information that Gale Ann’s sister had seen a man who might be the killer.

It was possible that Griffin had hoped he would be lured in by the information, that he would try to kill Barbara Jean and they could trap him. But after being a part of his and Pudge’s little game for nearly four years now, surely Griffin knew better.

He has to know I’m too intelligent to fall into a trap. I haven’t been caught yet and I won’t be. Part of the fun is outsmarting not only the local lawmen and the FBI, but in eluding the famous private detective Griffin Powell.

Pinkie had enjoyed the service at the church and also this graveside farewell. If he had known how entertaining these events were, he would have gone to the previous ones. He could have brought along a small hidden camera and taken pictures and added the photographs to his collection.

Next time.

He wouldn’t have to wait long. He had already chosen the next pretty flower. A brunette. Only ten points. But ten points would keep him ahead of Pudge, enough so that he didn’t have to worry the least little bit.

He supposed he could have continued searching until he found a blonde, but the moment he saw LaShae, he knew she was the one. Her photo on her Web site probably didn’t do her justice. A former Miss Birmingham who went on to model professionally for a few years in her early twenties, LaShae was tall, slender, elegant. At thirty she had her own successful talk show on a local TV station, was happily married to an up-and-coming lawyer with political aspirations, and had a four-year-old son.

So much to live for. Pinkie sighed.

But better for someone as lovely as you are, my dear LaShae, to die young and leave behind memories of how beautiful you were. You would hate growing old, losing your looks, becoming withered and wrinkled.

Pinkie hurried along, keeping himself surrounded by the scattering mourners all the way to the parking area at the nearby Baptist church. Although he wore a disguise, he didn’t want to risk anyone noticing him in particular. And he certainly didn’t want to come face-to-face with Griffin Powell and risk Griff recognizing him.

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