Gareth had learned there was no better form of persuasion than pain. Whoever it was that had splattered half his pack all over the woods and burned their hiding place to the ground was going to pay. He'd found two pairs of footprints in the woods, along with a set of tire tracks.

He must have pissed someone off by killing the bitch, probably whoever had been helping her. No matter. It was only a matter of time before he had both their heads. First, he'd start with her ex-employees, and if they failed to give him the information he wanted, he'd starting working his way through the list of family and friends who'd attended her memorial.

Time was of no consequence. Death was inevitable. He would have his retribution, even if it killed him.