SATURDAY, 4:52 P.M.
BRIDGER-TETON NATIONAL FOREST
Weakness trembled through the judge’s limbs. It took all his strength to lay down his rifle. He gripped the armrest and eased onto the old sofa. He would have plopped down but feared his body would break. Somehow, he had to find the strength to finish this before it was too late. His left elbow still ached after the jump from the truck. She should be dead now. That should have been enough.
“Blast this cancer!”
He was hungry for the first time in a week after losing his appetite for far too long. Needed meat. Needed to hunt for sustenance, both mental and physical. He needed to feel on top of the food chain. That he was strong. That he’d show them. But the woods were crawling with searchers and he knew why.
That woman, Harper Reynolds. She’d set them on his trail.
She was messing up his plans. He didn’t have time for these two failed attempts on her life.
The searchers would never find the hikers’ bodies.
When he got his hands on the Reynolds woman, they would never find hers either.