James Grippando - Last to die

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Tatum Knight is a former contract killer. Ruthless. Conniving. And he's Jack's newest client. Tatum is the older brother of Jack's best friend, Theo. Theo himself spent time on death row until Jack found the evidence to prove him innocent. Jack isn't so sure about Tatum.
A gorgeous young woman has been shot dead in her Mercedes on a Miami street. Tatum denies that he had anything to do with it, but he admits to Jack that he did meet with her in Theo's bar, where she tried to hire him.
Sally Fenning was worth forty-eight million dollars when she died. Money had never made her happy, so she left it all to her enemies – left it for them to fight over, that is. She named six heirs in her will, but there's a catch: No one gets a penny until all but one of the heirs are dead. It's survival of the greediest.
Quickly the lawyers gear up for a bitter legal battle, but Jack braces himself for much worse. He alone knows that heir number six – Tatum Knight – is a professional killer. As the heirs begin to fall, Jack and his unforgettable sidekick, Theo, are in a race against time to discover if Tatum is behind all the killing. Or is someone even more frightening, more dangerous, the odds-on favorite to be the last to die?

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She looked harder this time. Strange, but she found herself wondering if the rabbit was in the same place it had been a minute ago, or if it had moved. It seemed that it was no longer lined up with the little yellow duck on the other panel. She thought her eyes were playing tricks, until she saw it again.

That rabbit moved. Ever so slightly, it had definitely moved.

The air conditioner clicked off, and the knot in her belly loosened as the draperies settled back into place. The cool draft from the air conditioner had evidently caught the pleats, causing the subtle shift. No monsters.

“Will you, Mommy?”

“Will I what?”

“Look for the monster.”

“Okay. I’ll check.”

She didn’t move.

“Mommy, go.”

She suddenly felt foolish. She had actually considered switching on the lamp, then chided herself for even thinking about doing something that might convey her own irrational fear to her daughter. All this talk of monsters was actually getting to her, making her feel alone, making her realize how defenseless they really were, how vulnerable they might be, separated from the outside world and everyone in it by a flimsy lock and a mere pane of glass.

Stop it. She started across the room, one step at a time. It seemed to be taking forever. She was taking half steps, she realized, another sign of fear.

This is crazy.

Finally, she made it. She glanced back toward the bed and saw Katherine peering out from beneath the blanket, all but her eyes and the top of her head hidden. Sally’s pulse quickened as she reached out and gently pinched the fabric’s edge between her thumb and index finger, getting no closer to the sliding glass door than was absolutely necessary. Katherine ducked beneath the covers. Sally drew a deep breath. In a slow, tentative motion she pulled back the panel.

Nothing.

“See,” said Sally. “I told you. No monsters.”

Katherine was still hiding beneath the covers. In a muffled voice she said, “The other end. Check the other end, too.”

Sally hesitated. She wasn’t sure if it was instinct or paranoia that was telling her not to go there, but she couldn’t let Katherine see her silly fears. She took a half step, then another, moving closer to the draperies’ edge-the far edge where that bunny had moved.

“Careful, Mommy.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart.” She didn’t like the sound of her own voice. It was as if she were trying to convince herself.

Her gaze drifted across the draperies, a happy portrait of dancing ducks and singing birds. Finally, her eyes locked on the bunny, and she waited. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, exactly, just movement of any kind. But she knew that if you stared at anything long enough it would seem to move, the way stars seem to swirl in the night sky if you lie on your back and stare up long enough. Still, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The bunny was motionless, and then it happened. Maybe it was an illusion, like swirling stars, but the bunny’s chest seemed to swell and then shrink. It was as if it were breathing.

As if something behind it had just taken a breath.

“Is it okay, Mommy?”

On impulse, she grabbed the cord and pulled. The drapes flew open, and she froze. She was staring at her own faint reflection in the sliding glass door. Behind her, in the bed, Katherine’s head emerged from beneath the covers.

Sally gave her own fears a moment to subside, then tried to play it cool. “See. I told you there were no mon-”

The closet door burst open, and from the corner of her eye Sally saw a blur in the darkness coming toward her. She heard her own scream and then her daughter’s cry. “Mommy!”

The blur hit her full speed and broadside, smashing her against the wall. She turned and let her fist fly with all her might, but it was all too quick, and he was far too strong. A blow to her belly took her breath away. Her head snapped back as the attacker grabbed her by the hair. She clawed at his face with her nails, but it was covered with a nylon stocking. Her body twisted, her daughter screamed, and Sally’s eyes widened as she saw the shiny blade glisten in the stream of light from the hallway. It was coming toward her, as if in slow motion, but she felt powerless to stop it. She twisted once more, a futile effort to escape.

Her blouse came up, and she watched the blade disappear as the man’s fist met her flesh.

She screamed and fell to the floor, gasping for air, trying to stop the hot, wet river of pain that was flowing from the hole below her ribs.

Blood. So much blood.

“Mommy, Mommy!”

Katherine’s cries gave her strength, and somehow she sprang into action and grabbed her attacker by the ankles. It was like tackling a mule, and his kick stopped her cold. She tried to rise again, but the room was swirling.

“Don’t hurt…my daughter,” she said, but she could barely get the words out.

He kicked her once more, harder this time. She felt her teeth crack, and the salty taste of blood filled her mouth. She struggled to lift her head, but it dropped to the floor.

“Mommy, the monster! The monster!”

Her daughter’s screams faded, and Sally’s world went black.

Part One

Five Years Later

One

The rainstorm was blinding, and Sally was way behind schedule. She hadn’t intended to be late, fashionably or otherwise. She just wasn’t good with directions, and this wasn’t exactly her neck of the woods.

Sheets of water pelted the windshield, sounding like marbles bouncing off glass. She adjusted the wipers, but they were already working at full speed. She couldn’t remember rain like this in years, not since she and her first husband lost their restaurant to that no-name tropical storm.

Orange taillights flashed ahead. A stream of cars was inching down the highway at the speed of cooling lava. She slowed to somewhere below the school-zone limit, then checked her watch. Eleven twenty-five.

Damn. He’d just have to wait. She’d get there, eventually.

Their meeting had been arranged by telephone. They’d spoken only once, and his instructions were simple enough. Thursday, 11 P.M. Don’t be late. She didn’t dare reschedule, not even in this weather. This was her man. She was sure of it.

Just ahead, a neon sign blinked erratically, as if shaken by the storm. It was like trying to read an eye chart at the bottom of a lake, and she could only make out part of it: S-P-something-something-KY-apostrophe-S.

“Sparky’s,” she read aloud. This was the place. She steered off the highway and pulled into the flooded parking lot. Under all this water, she could only guess as to the exact location of the parking spot. She killed the engine and checked her face in the rearview mirror. Lightning flashed-a close one. It lit up the inside of her car and unleashed a crack of thunder that sent shivers down her spine. It frightened her, then triggered a bemused smile. How ironic would that have been? After all this planning, to get hit by lightning.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. No turning back now. Just go for it.

She jumped down from the car and started her mad dash across the parking lot in the pouring rain. Almost immediately a blast of wind snatched her umbrella from her hand and pitched it somewhere into the next county. Wearing no coat, she covered her head with her hands and just kept running, splashing with each footfall. In a matter of seconds she reached the door, soaked to her undergarments, her wet jeans and white blouse pasted to her body.

A muscle-bound guy wearing a Gold’s Gym T-shirt was standing at the entrance, and he opened the door for her. “Wet T-shirt contest’s not till tomorrow, lady.”

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