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means a bully. Not the way her stepfather had been. Nolan Reaves had been downright mean.

For the most part, she didn’t think about her stepfather. And that was one reason she would never go back to Dunmore to live. She wondered how in the world Jack could not only return to their hometown but actually move into the house of horrors where they had grown up under Nolan’s cruel domination.

Because Jack’s tougher than you are. He always was.

She didn’t like to think about what her brother had sacrificed for her, how many beatings he had taken in order to spare her Nolan’s wrath. The verbal lashes, the mental and emotional torment he’d put them all through year after year, had been bad enough. No one could have stopped that, not even Jack. Being a cruel tyrant had been who Nolan was, and no amount of threats could have changed his basic personality. Only when Jack got old enough—and big enough—to pose a physical threat to the old bastard had he stopped beating Jack.

Yeah, she might be a tough broad, but she was a marshmallow compared to Jack. And yet there he was in Dunmore, facing down his demons, rebuilding his life and rekindling an old romance. She hoped that this time he and Cathy got it right. After all, if Jack didn’t get married and produce a few kids, the Perdue line would die with the two of them. She sure as hell had no intention of ever getting married, of tying herself to some man who would expect to tell her what she could and couldn’t do. Yeah, yeah, so there were marriages that actually worked, where the husband and wife were equal partners. She’d thought that was the kind of marriage Nic and Griff had. Apparently, she’d been wrong.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like men. She did. And she loved sex, at least she had with a couple of partners, both now part of her past. One had been her college boyfriend. But when he’d asked her to marry him, she’d ended things. And then, several years ago, she’d gotten involved with a fantastic guy who had a truly liberal attitude about women. Their love affair had lasted nearly two years until he, too, had brought up the idea of their getting married.

Maleah stuffed the remainder of her recent purchases into the oversized duffel bag she’d bought just to hold these items. Griff was due to arrive within the hour, and after a brief visit and lunch here at Charles David’s loft, they’d fly home to Knoxville this afternoon. Considering the inevitable tense atmosphere on the trip from California to Tennessee, Maleah was not looking forward to being trapped on the private jet with the feuding Powells.

With the death of the Fire and Brimstone Killer’s fourth victim, the head of the task force, ABI agent Wayne Morgan had called a meeting for today and was using Mike Birkett’s office as the force’s headquarters. The first thing he’d done when he arrived twenty minutes ago was inform the ten-man group that he was cutting the force back to five members.

“Every law-enforcement agency in northern Alabama will be kept informed of what we’re doing and any new information we unearth,” Morgan had said. “But in order to be more effective, we need to streamline this operation. And if it becomes necessary to call in the Feds, my cutting the numbers will save them the trouble.”

“Have you contacted the FBI?” Derek Lawrence had asked.

“Yes, I’ve spoken to Jeff Ballard, the AIC at the Birmingham office. He’s been very cooperative, but no one is going to come in and take over the investigation at this point. Not without an invitation.”

A couple of the guys grumbled about being cut from the task force, but Jack figured that was more for show than their actually being pissed about the matter. It wasn’t that he didn’t have great respect for local policemen and deputies, but for the most part, as Mike had pointed out, they were just good old boys with high school diplomas and a desire to keep law and order in their towns and counties. Most of them were no more equipped with knowledge or experience than he was to deal with a serial killer. And in this case, a killer who had gotten away with four murders and left behind no substantial evidence that would link him or her to the crimes.

“I’ve ordered lunch for the five of us,” Mike Birkett told