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working for them.
    “I just don’t want you to get upset.”
    “And why would I get upset watching a news story about a missing college student, Krystle? Why would I get distressed about a missing coed when my two sons abducted and murdered seven? Oh, wait a minute, not all of them were coeds. Five of them were young, drugged-out prostitutes.”
    Krystle changed the subject. “The weather is nice today. Would you like to have your coffee on the patio?”
    Tisha’s hand tightened on the remote control, as she fought the urge to shake the girl. Damn Bradley, anyway. He’d hired the housekeeper as a surprise for her birthday five years ago. And she certainly was a surprise with platinum-bleached hair, thick makeup, false eyelashes, and a rear-end that never failed to wiggle out of a room. Bradley told her he felt sorry for Krystle. Suspiciously, Tisha wondered if he was banging the girl and kept a close eye on both of them.
    “I’ll have my coffee right here in front of my television, Krystle. I’m in the mood for an Irish coffee, so please bring that bottle of Jameson Rarest Vintage Reserve Irish whiskey from the bar.” The girl hesitated. “Now!”
    Never a drinker before, Tisha had changed her mind about alcohol. She liked the way it numbed the pain and fogged her brain so she could say good-bye to heartbreaking memories. At least temporarily. Since she’d lost her boys, alcohol had become her new BFF. And that her drinking upset her husband, made it that much more gratifying.
    Once she heard the clink of glass bottles as Krystle looked for the Irish whiskey in the other room, Tisha pulled a folded piece of paper from her sweater pocket. She’d found it in their mailbox hours before. She read the note again.
    You brought them into the world and you will pay for their sins. Retribution? Justice? They are the same.
    —David109

Chapter Ten

    Families of the Murdered

    Kaitlyn sipped hot coffee from a Styrofoam cup alone in a corner of the room. She watched her friend, Margaret Bennett, talking to a group of people at the refreshment table. Though they were strangers, each person in the room was connected by a deadly act of violence by the same killers. It was a club no one wanted to belong to.
    When Margaret first approached Kaitlyn to ask for help to start a chapter of Families of the Murdered, she’d said no. Hell, no. If she couldn’t bring herself to talk about her murdered sister, how could she expect others to do the same about their loved ones? Sure, she talked about Abby to Gabe and Carly, but could she share her pain with a group of strangers? Not likely.
    Then Margaret asked her how many families were impacted by the teenaged boys who’d killed Abby. Kaitlyn told her that Evan and Devan Lucas, also known as the Gamers, had murdered seven young women: two college coeds, and five girls working as prostitutes. So that made seven families affected, including her own.
    A mixture of interest and compassion had filled Margaret’s eyes. “Kaitlyn, do you think the other six families could use some emotional support dealing with their terrible loss? Not many experience losing a loved one to violence, so there are few people who can really understand what they’re going through. What if we could provide a place where family members of homicide victims could talk about their feelings with a group of people who understand exactly what they’re talking about, because they’ve suffered the same kind of nightmare?”
    Kaitlyn didn’t answer Margaret’s question. Instead, she thought of how helpless she’d felt since Abby’s murder. Her sister had been taken from her, and she’d had no chance to prevent it. Which was worse, to have been killed, or to have been left behind to grieve the rest of her life? Maybe taking some kind of action was better than taking none at all. What would it hurt if she were able to get the kind of emotional support she needed herself, while helping others do the same?
    After she