They call me many things—murderer, mob boss, monster. I prefer to think of myself as a necessary evil. Katie and I recently returned from Hawaii, sun-kissed and newly united by vows exchanged on a secluded beach. Romantic, isn’t it? Too bad the homecoming is less honeymoon, more courtroom circus. They want me to answer for David Walsh’s murder—and the others. Those men who thought taking Katie from me was a good idea. Moore believes the tail he put on me will keep me in check, keep me from slipping back into the shadows to do what I do best. He’s wrong. You can’t catch a killer who doesn’t want to be caught. Let them try, let them build their case, let them pin their hopes on rules and reason. They’ll all learn the same hard lesson soon enough: I’m AJ Quinn. And I don’t play by their rules—I write my own.