Drawn to Evil

The vision of Liza Flynn was burned into my mind. My heart pounded. Here it was. Just what I had always been seeking. The big thrill.

I was going to find who killed her husband and the prize would be the loveliest woman I had ever seen. A woman who’d never been touched, really. I could look at her and sense that it was all there, waiting. The hellfire and the thrill and the excitement. It was going...