Page 83 of Wired Justice

Sophie lifted the blade slightly, relieving pressure, but the sharp point still pierced the fabric of Chang’s pants. He lay perfectly still, and she pressed down again. He yelped. “South Point! I dropped them off the rocks, weighted down. None of them have washed up with the currents that go off the Point—the currents end up in Tahiti.”

“How many?”

“Three. They were family business.”

“And your recreational killing?”

“There’s another vent. That one’s in the park. You’ll never recover anything from there.”

“How many?”

“I didn’t like that one since I had to go into the park and that left a record. But Holly and Jim brought their marks to the park and . . . I chased them there.” A feral gleam of memory darkened Chang’s eyes.

Sophie dug the point of the knife into the man’s belly this time. “Was that all?”

“Yes.”

Her muscles tensed—she could end this now. Gut Chang like a fish. No one would blame her, and it would be no more than he deserved.

Chang opened his mouth to scream as the knife dug into his abdomen.

A flurry of crunching and crackling sounded in the bushes nearby. Sophie whirled to face her attacker, only to be knocked to the ground by a hundred pounds of ecstatic yellow Lab.