![]() The man in front of me was one of the world’s most brutal serial killers, and if I let him past my defenses, he would burn his mark into my soul as surely as he’d branded the letter R onto the flesh of his victims.īind them. It didn’t matter that there was an armed FBI agent at the door. It didn’t matter that Daniel Redding’s hands were cuffed together and chained to the table. I sank deeper and deeper into Redding’s psychopathic perspective. I knew that, had known it even before coming to this maximum security prison and seeing the subtle smile that crossed Daniel Redding’s lips the moment his gaze met mine. Giving in to the urge to profile, I continued to appraise the man across from me. But the glint in those eyes, the light of anticipation-that’s wholly your own.Įxperience-and my FBI mentors-had taught me that I could delve further into other people’s minds by talking to them than by talking about them. The serial killer sitting across from me had his son’s eyes. ![]() And at the center of all of it-all of it-is you. So it has been decreed, and so it must be. ![]() ![]() For William, who helped Mommy copyedit this book when he was just five weeks old. ![]()
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