Words rolled off his finger tips easily as he made last minute changes to the manuscript that would set his pal free. It was 4 a.m., his daytime. He worked best when everyone else was asleep. His enemies were sleeping on him. Which was a very bad idea. Justin was an adroit, thin man with looks that have killed. He looked like death and paid for sex. Some women survived his S&M; some did not. For the others, he would see them on the other side when God took him home. Or the devil, whichever preferred his presence to terrorize the area in his afterlife. For the men, it was just as simple. He was out to destroy and humiliate them. And some he guaranteed the same fate as a Jeffrey Dahmer victim.
He had written a 47,000-word novella with two paragraphs of instructions for Secret Service Agent McKenzey to get out of that prison and back into the groove of exacting revenge on the Bezel Brothers. Justin Ashburn had read and researched all about the brothers and was ready to serve, conquer and kick them back to the hood where they had come from. He particularly wanted to taste the flesh of Kareem, the ring leader.
The plan was a simple and sexy one, just like Justin liked his boys and girls. Meet, greet, strike, and then kill. The difference was, he wanted to make a public spectacle out of the Bezel Brothers, and only time could announce if he would get his wish. It was no easy thing when your opponent seemed to be a step ahead of you at every turn. Perhaps, Justin would use the element of surprise to rain on Kareem’s parade. Maybe even baffle him.
Justin looked at his printer as the final draft of his manuscript spat out. He had to read it back in triple spaced pages while verifying that all elements were accounted for and that the clues within the book pointed McKenzey accurately to his fate: the first escape from the Philadelphia Federal Detention Center. It was the greatest risk that Justin or McKenzey would ever take in their lives. Not even killing three women in one night up in Meriwhether County, Georgia for absolutely no reason measured up to the great escape.