Fear For Me: A Novel of the Bayou Butcher (For Me 2)

Fuck, the last thing they needed was to discover that Walker had an accomplice out there. Someone to help the sick freak with his crimes.

“We’re going to talk to all of Walker’s acquaintances next,” Lauren said, her voice the smooth cream that lulled jurors into believing every word she said. “If he’s working with someone, we’ll find out.”

But her voice didn’t seem to be lulling Hamilton.

“I’m going to hunt Walker based on what we already know about him.” Anthony could see the judge wanted reassurance that Walker would be caught. Well, he’d do his f**king best. “Walker was always at home in the swamps. He knows that area like the back of his hand. We’re going to search there, because the swamps would be the perfect hiding spot for him. Isolated, secure. He would feel in control there.”

“And Walker was always about control,” Lauren murmured.

Yes, he had been.

“His cabin,” Hamilton said, frowning, “that damn place where he kept all of his trophies—”

Anthony saw Lauren swallow. He didn’t like remembering that place, either. “We’re going to search it. Trust me, judge, I know how to do my damn job.”

Hamilton didn’t look reassured. He looked like he was about to break apart. “We’re off the record here,” Hamilton said as he ran a hand through his graying hair. “So far off.”

Lauren glanced over at Anthony, then nodded. “All right.”

“I was sleeping with Karen.” His fingers flattened on the table as his gaze cut to Lauren. “But you knew that, didn’t you?”

It was sure news to Anthony. Karen Royce had been an investigator at the DA’s office. He’d met her a few times before, back when they’d all been working the Butcher case.

Hamilton was a married man, tied to old southern money. Had his wife known about the affair?

“That’s why you and Lauren fought at the courthouse, isn’t it?” Hamilton continued. “You think I didn’t hear about that? Hell, gossip travels like wildfire here. You found out about us…”

“I knew,” Lauren said softly.

Hamilton’s hands slapped against the desk. “And you didn’t call to tell me about her murder? A murder that happened right in your own damn home?” Anger ripped through his words. “I had to find out about it on the news. I had to—”

“Right after her body was discovered, I was taken to the precinct, surrounded by cops and reporters. Did you really think that if I stopped to call you then, it wouldn’t be noted?”

The judge’s eyes glittered, but he didn’t speak.

“Karen told me you two had broken things off. She told me that I didn’t need to worry about her because it was over with you.”

“We would have worked it out. We would have—”

“You’re married.” Her voice was flat. “Karen told me she didn’t want to be involved with you anymore. She was done—she hated that she’d been with you. Hated that she’d let you use her.” Anger flashed across Lauren’s face. “Dammit, Hamilton, you have a ring on your finger. It’s supposed to mean something.”

The ring gleamed dully. The judge’s eyes narrowed. “My wife knew about Karen. She didn’t care—”

“Maybe Karen deserved better than to be your dirty little secret.”

He surged to his feet. “Maybe she deserved better than to die in your place!”

Fuck that. Anthony jumped between them. “Judge, you need to calm the hell down.”

The judge sucked in a deep breath. “He went after Lauren, didn’t he? Her house, her bedroom. Karen was just in the wrong place. I called her—told her I was coming over to her house…” His words tumbled out. “I wanted to talk. I was willing to do anything to get her back.” His body trembled. “She told me she wouldn’t be home. Karen left—went to her place, and she died in her—”

“If it was Walker, then he knew exactly who Karen Royce was,” Anthony cut in before the judge could say anything else. “If he was the one who killed her, then it was deliberate. Maybe he was trying to send a message with her death.”

The judge suddenly looked much older as the lines on his face appeared to deepen. “What message?”

Payback.

As he stared at the other man, Anthony saw that the judge understood. The knowledge was in his eyes.

“The DA’s getting protection,” Anthony said without glancing back at Lauren. “We’ll work with the police and make sure you have a guard, too.”

“Are you sure that’s necessary?” Then Hamilton gave a rough laugh. “Do you know how many killers have told me they were coming after me? How many threats I’ve received over the years?”

“Walker won’t just threaten. He’ll slice you apart.”

Hamilton shook his head. “Only women. That’s his target. That’s what all the shrinks and profilers said on the stand. He only targeted women because of need for control and fixation on the female form and—”

“The prison guard was male. He’s just as dead as the others.”

The judge shut up.

“You’re getting protection.” The last thing Anthony wanted was another body turning up.

If they didn’t find Walker soon, that was exactly what would happen.

The judge was nervous when he walked into the courtroom. His steps were too fast, his movements too abrupt.

Good. The bastard should be nervous. He should be shaking. Running.

Dying.

He would be dying, soon enough.

The judge slammed down his gavel. Called everyone to order. The lawyers stood and started preening for the jury.

The judge’s eyes were darkened with fear as they swept around the courtroom.

Looking for a killer he wouldn’t find. Disguises were always easy enough to manage. Most folks saw only what they wanted to see.

The guy had no clue.

He’d been in this courtroom before. So many times. Waiting. Watching.

He’d lost something very important in this same room. He would be getting it back.

As for the judge—as for the self-righteous jurors and the slick lawyers—maybe it was time for them to see what it felt like to lose.

To lose everything, including their lives.

He stood and made his way to the back of the courtroom. This wasn’t the place, but the time was close. So very close. The next target waited.