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The Congregational Church was packed to capacity, the sanctuary and the vestibule. A crowd had gathered outside on the front steps and down the sidewalk. She knew that these people weren’t here to show their respects to Jamie. Not many people had liked Jamie. Quite a few had despised him. And several had hated him, as she had. The huge outpouring of sympathy was for Big Jim and Miss Reba.

The sheriff and the chief of police were here, reminding everyone that Jamie had been murdered. Tortured and tormented. Made to suffer. Punished for his sins. She’d seen to that. She’d made sure he would never hurt her, her child, or any other woman—not ever again.

Jazzy Talbot was conspicuously absent. Good. She’d hated to think that worthless slut would dare show her face.

As she watched while others paraded by Jamie’s closed casket, she had to fight the urge to smile—even laugh. She had destroyed his pretty face and silenced his lying mouth. And now Jazzy was suffering.

But not nearly as much as she would suffer.

The woman had to die.

Deserved to die.

Would die.

But not yet.

When this all came to an end and everything was as it should be, Jazzy would be the last to die…