LITMIR.BIZ

      Prologue

      Kelly Lambert did not want to die.

      But the kind person who’d offered to give her a ride when her car broke down outside Sunset Mesa, the person she’d thought had saved her from walking late at night on a deserted road, had turned into a maniac.

      A rancid breath bathed Kelly’s cheek, and her stomach roiled.

      “Please...” she begged.

      Her words died as fingers tightened the belt around her throat. Rocks skittered beneath her feet as her attacker dragged her nearer the edge of the canyon and forced her to look at the rocky terrain below.

      Hundreds of feet loomed between her and the ground. Even if she managed to land on the level part between the jagged rocks, the impact of the fall would kill her.

      “That’s where you belong,” the crazed voice murmured. “Mean girls like you deserve to die.”

      “No, please stop,” she gasped. “Why are you doing this to me?”

      A pair of rage-filled eyes glittered back at her. “You know why.”

      Kelly’s lungs strained for air as the leather dug into her throat.

      But she didn’t know. Didn’t know why this person wanted her dead. Why anyone would want her dead.

      Her attacker shoved her closer to the edge. Kelly’s legs dangled over the canyon like a rag doll’s.

      She struggled again, desperate to escape, but whatever drug she’d been given had made her too weak. Fighting back was impossible. She couldn’t move her hands, couldn’t lift her arms, couldn’t kick at all.

      Tears streamed down her cheeks as the fingers dug deeper into her throat.

      “No...”

      Her attacker’s bitter laugh echoed through the canyon, and Kelly gagged.

      Her life flashed in front of her like a series of movie clips. Her mother braiding her hair before she’d died. Easter egg hunts, Christmases, proms and dance lessons.

      High school boyfriends and college parties and...her upcoming wedding...

      She had her dress picked out. The flowers...roses...the bridal shower she was supposed to have today.

      And the honeymoon...a honeymoon she would never get to have.

      Panic seized her, and pain knifed through her chest as the belt crushed her windpipe. Nausea mingled with terror and her head spun.

      Then the lush green of spring faded into black as death came for her.