Part 47 (2/2)
”What the h.e.l.l! Who are you?”
Dean tried to rationalize what he saw, but as fast as his mind was working, it didn't work fast enough to make sense of the bizarre sight in front of him. Before he could say or do anything else, the person in the mask, pulled something from his-or her-coat pocket and aimed it at Dean.
A gun?
The person fired.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Dean reeled as the first bullet pierced his shoulder, and then dropped to his knees when the second bullet ripped into his leg. When the third bullet entered his chest, he heard two things simultaneously-the clock on the mantle striking the hour and the sound of his killer's voice.
”Dead by midnight,” the masked murderer said.
Those were the last words Dean Wilson ever heard.
Books by Beverly Barton
AFTER DARK
EVERY MOVE SHE MAKES
WHAT SHE DOESN'T KNOW
THE FIFTH VICTIM
THE LAST TO DIE
AS GOOD AS DEAD
KILLING HER SOFTLY
CLOSE ENOUGH TO KILL
MOST LIKELY TO DIE
THE DYING GAME
THE MURDER GAME
COLD HEARTED
SILENT KILLER
DEAD BY MIDNIGHT
DON'T CRY
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