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Menacing Malice: Malice, #10
Menacing Malice: Malice, #10
Menacing Malice: Malice, #10
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Menacing Malice: Malice, #10

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Kathy has figured out Alice’s secret.  Can she deal with the enormity of realizing what a monster her wife is?  Will it destroy their marriage?  Will it destroy Kathy?  How can Kathy survive with the knowledge of what Alice is capable of?  Can Alice share herself completely and honestly with her wife?  Can she let her keep this knowledge?

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Release dateNov 24, 2017
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Menacing Malice: Malice, #10
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K'Anne Meinel

K’Anne Meinel è una narratrice prolifica, autrice di best seller e vincitrice di premi. Al suo attivo ha più di un centinaio di libri pubblicati che spaziano dai racconti ai romanzi brevi e di lungo respiro. La scrittrice statunitense K’Anne è nata a Milwaukee in Wisonsin ed è cresciuta nei pressi di Oconomowoc. Diplomatasi in anticipo, ha frequentato un'università privata di Milwaukee e poi si è trasferita in California. Molti dei racconti di K’Anne sono stati elogiati per la loro autenticità, le ambientazioni dettagliate in modo esemplare e per le trame avvincenti. È stata paragonata a Danielle Steel e continua a scrivere storie affascinanti in svariati generi letterari. Per saperne di più visita il sito: www.kannemeinel.com. Continua a seguirla… non si sa mai cosa K’Anne potrebbe inventarsi!

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    Menacing Malice - K'Anne Meinel

    MENACING MALICE

    Book 10

    While stories about male murderers abound, one in six serial killers is female. Since their methods are usually quieter—poisoning and smothering are most popular—female killers have longer careers, wreaking havoc for an average of eight to eleven years, as opposed to the two or three that men get away with.  This is only for KNOWN and FOUND OUT killers.  Women especially can go undetected indefinitely, as they are erroneously thought of as the weaker sex and not thought of at first in a murder investigation.

    Kathy stared at Alice with knowing, horror-filled eyes.  She remembered what the FBI had finally told her of the murder scene, the number of bodies, what had been done to those bodies.  They believed several people had committed the crime, possibly in revenge for one of the women or perhaps what Alex had put them through.  They didn’t have any leads to go on, merely speculation. 

    The horror she remembered at hearing what had been done to those victims and the satisfaction at the same time, the guilt.  She relived that all in an instant as she looked at Alice’s amazingly cat-like eyes and remembered seeing them through the window of her cell.  She had been there.  Kathy knew it, instinctively.  Alice’s eyes were too distinctive, and Kathy had loved them and her for too long not to recognize them.  All the little niggling that had gone on in the back of her consciousness began to make sense in that moment of realization.

    Alice stared back, wondering what Kathy was thinking, what had caused her to go so white.  She went to touch her, but Kathy pulled away, almost violently.  Alice pulled back in confusion.  Staring at her wife for a moment, she went to pull up the anchor and head back in.  The kids protested, but she explained Kathy was feeling ill.  They needed to take care of her.

    All the fears of betrayal came back to haunt Kathy.  The one person, the one person in the world she had absolutely trusted, had she lied to her?  Had she betrayed her? 

    * * * * *

    It was you, wasn’t it? Kathy hissed her accusation when they were finally alone.  She had thought over conversations over the years.  She remembered Alice’s resources and wondered at them.  She tried to remember more, but the fog in her brain from her own horrible experience wasn’t quite clear, wasn’t quite over.  Had she moved from one horror to another?  But this was Alice!  This was the love of her life.  She trusted her!  She had children with her!  She had a home with her!  She had loved her and waited for her!  She held out hope.  She wanted Alice to lie to her if it was her.  She wanted answers, and yet she feared them.

    What was me? Alice asked specifically, but she was astute enough to realize what Kathy was asking.  She had seen the knowing look in her wife’s eyes.

    It was you up at the compound.  I saw you in the window of my cubicle! she said with absolute conviction.  Alice’s eyes were just too distinctive.  "Why didn’t you get me out of there?  Why did you leave me? she cried her anguish.  Did you do that to those men?  Who helped you?  Who was with you?  She imagined teams of people helping her petite wife to kill those men and wondering how they had all pulled it off.  Her resources" took on all new meaning as she realized what this meant.

    Alice wasn’t sure she should tell her.  At the same time, she didn’t want to lie.  Would the horror of finding out who Alice was, what she was, would that end their relationship?  She looked at Kathy a long moment, evaluating her options.  She knew she could trust Kathy, but could she trust her after she told her the truth?  Should she lie to her for her own good?

    It was you, wasn’t it? Kathy asked again in a horrified whisper, her hand going to her mouth as she remembered what she had been told and what she had learned.  The little she had seen when she had been taken from there didn’t prepare her for the mental images of what she had been allowed to know. Someone or several someone’s had horribly mutilated the bodies.  They had killed all the guards, all the men and a couple of women who had been there victimizing the women, enjoying their bodies, teaching them, using them.  Alex The Flybird Johansen, her supposed Master, had been tortured.  When she heard that she had been glad, very happy to hear that and then felt guilty for being glad.

    Yes, Alice said simply and stood there waiting to see what Kathy would do.  How she would react to the news that her wife had taken the lives of many men in revenge for what they had done to her?

    Kathy stared at her, having her admit that she had been there; the fact that Kathy’s imagination hadn’t run away on her was almost anticlimactic.  She felt as though her body deflated at the confirmation of her accusations.

    Alice reached out a hand to her but withdrew it when Kathy pulled away.  Sighing, she tried to explain, I had to have deniability.  How could I explain what I was doing there?  How could I explain how I knew you were there?

    Kathy stared at her in horror but understood what she as saying.  As that sunk in, she realized how glad she was that all of those men were dead.  They had deserved it for treating her and the others as nothing more than a piece of meat, a toy, a plaything to be trotted out at their convenience, or even breeding machines.  Her eyes began to change as Alice watched her, waiting for her to say something, make an accusation, ask a question, anything.  The silence stretched unbearably between them, and then, But why?

    Alice looked surprised at the question; of anything that Kathy could have asked her, all she asked was why?  Thinking quickly, she answered, I didn’t want their version of events, their lies, anything to be told.  They used you and the others and were willing to do it again to others...  Her voice petered away as Kathy’s eyes widened suddenly in remembrance.

    Kit... she breathed.

    Alice nodded.

    But how did you find out? she asked in a pleading tone.  She needed to know.  She was still absorbing the fact that her wife had killed those men.  Perhaps she had misunderstood; maybe her resources had killed them, and Alice had merely orchestrated it, paid for hired assassins.  She was grasping at straws, not her loving wife, not this petite blonde.  No one would believe that Alice Weaver was a killer.  She certainly didn’t.

    Dr. Dan, she said, adding nothing and still feeling the tension.  She wanted, she needed Kathy to ask the right questions.  She would not volunteer anything that Kathy didn’t want to know.

    How did you find out from him? she asked, forgetting their previous conversation.

    I bugged his house, and then when he was on a trip I went through his things.  I found a reference to you and what he was planning for Kit.  It was all faxed to Alex.  She shook her head at the stupidity of having left concrete proof, but perhaps they needed bragging rights or something.  They should have destroyed the faxes.

    Kathy was astonished.  First, that Alice would do all that, had the knowledge for it, but that she had been set up by these men.

    I’m grateful for that though, Alice said quietly.

    Kathy looked puzzled at that declaration, until Alice continued.

    That was the first reference to you, my first clue that you were alive.

    Kathy calmed herself a bit at this unintentional sign of affection.

    Bonnie brought you to the attention of Dan and Alex.  I believe she was somehow involved with Eli Watson, Alice finished.

    Kathy was furious; her best friend had set her up to be used by these men?  What had they planned for her daughter?  Eli Watson?  He was in prison.  How do you know this?

    I didn’t tell you everything I found before because you were still assimilating things.  Alice was beginning to worry if she was perhaps being too honest.

    Kathy’s eyes narrowed.  Was the fact that Alice hadn’t told her everything a betrayal?  Had she lied to her?  Something told her though, that Alice was being truthful right now.  Do you know where she is now?

    Alice nodded and shrugged at the same time.  "I have a lead on both Bonnie and Dr. Dan.  I think

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