School shooting victim, Adam Lucas struggles with permanent disability, chronic pain, and the poisonous gift of reading minds. Ceaseless bombardment from the sewage of humanity’s thoughts turns Adam into the king of not caring, bending his gift toward drug dealing and blackmail. The last thing he wants is to be anyone’s hero, but when he’s jolted by the depraved thoughts of an unknown killer and falls for the intended victim, he’s forced to do something he hates—get involved.
Carter Tuck is a dirty soul. Everyone is. But right now, Carter Tuck’s filthy little secrets are the only ones that matter, because today, I’ll make him pay for them.
I watch from a park bench, a dozen yards from the appointed meeting place near the fountain. He stands there, hands in pockets, tap dancing. He’s nervous. His crisp gray suit and pink bow tie are irritatingly cheery and preppy. Who does this guy think he is? Fucking Gatsby? That will be my new name for him. Gatsby. His real name doesn’t matter. I won’t see him again.
I’m a serial criminal, but a one-time-only blackmailer. If you double tap your marks, you double your risk of getting cornered, caught, or killed. It’s unwise to keep pushing desperate people. It’s easier to move on to the next one. And there’s always a next one.
The sweat on his face fogs his glasses. He takes them off. Drops them. Quickly scoops them up, glancing around to see if anyone’s watching. I smirk when he pulls a hanky from his pocket. Fucking Gatsby. He wipes the lenses. Scans the crowd. It’s a busy day at the park. His eyes run over me, but he doesn’t know me. Doesn’t know the man he’s meeting.
I make him wait. I make everyone wait.