BAY OF EVIL: A gripping mystery thriller (Detective Calista Gates #3)

His plan is pure genius. And evil.He has to be evil, too. He’s thought about it long enough.He has to let off steam. He’s been humiliated too many times.And yet he always makes a great effort. Gives it his best shot. Why isn’this best good enough?Why don’t they give him his due?Sometimes he feels hate rolling toward him like waves thundering atthe cliffs. He doesn’t want to feel powerless—he wants to do something.That’s why he’s worked out a plan.He knows what he’s got to do. He’s cunning, even though noteverybody is aware of it.He ducks into the bushes. He’s pulled his black hoodie tightly aroundhis face. A mask over his mouth and nose.She’s standing beside him. He’s amazed she’s here. That she’s all in.That she trusts him. She’s wearing a baseball cap. Any loose strands of hairstuffed under it. But her jacket is conspicuous. It’s red. Red like the bloodthat ran warm down the knife blade early this morning. He can still feel iton his fingers. That blood is part one of his plan.Now for the second step. He shivers with expectation. Hoping shedoesn’t notice. Hoping she doesn’t take off. Then his scheme would betoast.He hears a motor.A bus.She gives him an expectant glance. He reaches for the knife in hispocket.The roar’s coming nearer.A bus comes into view.Now!He draws the knife and stabs. Again and again.She defends herself with her hands and feet as well as she can. Hedoesn’t stop until she sinks to the ground.That’s when he looks back at the road. The bus has stopped. Hecouldn’t have wished for anything better.But he doesn’t see any terrified faces at the windows.People are pushing over to the other side of the bus. Away from theterrible scene.He’s flummoxed. He hadn’t counted on that.What the hell . . . ?He lowers his knife.Nobody had watched the scene.There are no eyewitnesses.He feels as if somebody has poured a bucket of ice-cold water over hishead.Dammit! He’s got no witnesses!No screams, no horror. No turmoil.All for nothing....