Where the Blood Lies

Previously

…His cryptic clues, the red threads, the very nature of his killings – they were all part of his narrative, his twisted story of justice. And now, armed with my mother’s journal, I was ready to read the final chapter. I would use his own game against him. I would confront him, not out of a desire for revenge, but out of a desperate need to survive, to understand, and perhaps, to finally break the cycle of violence that had stained my family’s bloodline. The fear was still there, a constant companion, but it was no longer paralyzing. It was a sharp edge, honed and ready. The hunt was far from over, but the prey was finally beginning to fight back.