Wendy Corsi Staub

Dying Breath


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      THE NEXT VICTIM

      The girl screws the polish brush back into the bottle, leans back on her elbows, and extends her freckled legs into the air, waving her painted toes back and forth as if to dry them.

      At this angle, with her head thrown back, her neck is plainly visible.

      And, yes, hanging from a silver chain there is a black shark’s tooth.

      So she got the little gift from a so-called secret admirer.

      Does she have any idea who it’s from?

      Ha. If she did, she wouldn’t be wearing it.

      There she sits, clueless, unaware that her shameless masquerade is about to come to a close. There she sits, pretending to be someone else…

      But I know exactly who she is.

      Anger is beginning to seep in, along with a surge of adrenaline that makes it almost impossible to just stand here in the shadows and watch.

      But it isn’t time yet.

      Not tonight.

      Tomorrow will come soon enough.

      And then she’ll be mine.

      Mine.

      Books by Wendy Corsi Staub

      DEARLY BELOVED

      FADE TO BLACK

      ALL THE WAY HOME

      THE LAST TO KNOW

      IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

      SHE LOVES ME NOT

      KISS HER GOODBYE

      LULLABY AND GOODNIGHT

      THE FINAL VICTIM

      MOST LIKELY TO DIE

      DON’T SCREAM

      DYING BREATH

      DEAD BEFORE DARK

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

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      Copyright © 2008 Wendy Corsi Staub

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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      ISBN-13: 978-0-7860-4454-2

      ISBN-10: 0-7860-4454-3

      First Zebra printing: May 2008

      First Pinnacle printing: October 2019

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      Printed in the United States of America

      Electronic edition:

      ISBN-13: 978-0-7860-4455-9 (e-book)

      ISBN-10: 0-7860-4455-1 (e-book)

      For Lisa Corsi Koellner and Rick Corsi,

       two of my favorite people in the world

       (and the only ones who share my bloodline),

       with love from your big sister.

      And for Mark, Morgan, and Brody.

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      With gratitude to my editor, John Scognamiglio, for all the tireless feedback and brilliant inspiration; to all the staff at Kensington Books who made this come together; to my agents, Laura Blake Peterson and Holly Frederick, as well as Tracy Marchini and the rest of the gang at Curtis Brown Ltd; to my publicists, Nancy Berland and Elizabeth Middaugh; to Kim, Carol, and Jennifer at Nancy Berland Public Relations; to Carol Fizgerald, Joe Rivera, and Sunil Kumar at Bookreporter.com; to Rick and Patty Donovan, Phil Pelletier, and staff at my favorite store, The Book Nook, in Dunkirk, N.Y. Finally, thank you, Mark Staub, for the long hours stooped over this manuscript and for seeing things I didn’t see.

      God grant me the serenity

       To accept the things I cannot change,

       Courage to change the things I can,

       And wisdom to know the difference.

      —excerpted from The Serenity Prayer,

       Alcoholics Anonymous

      Contents

      Acknowledgments

      Prologue

      Part 1: May

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Part II: June

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Part III: July

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Part IV: August

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      New York City

       January

      It always begins with the dizziness.

      In her office high above East 46th Street, Camden Hastings is editing yet another inane fashion article, “Not Your Grandmother’s Belts and Brooches,” when the words begin to swim on the page.

      Light-headed, she looks up warily. The desk lamp is glaring, the small room distorted and tilting at an impossible angle.

      Oh, no.

      She braces herself.

      Here it comes.

      It’s been awhile—a month, maybe more—since the last episode.

      Sometimes after that much time has passed, she actually allows herself to