The imprint on the trunk door was strong, but there was no fear or pain, which meant that Butcher had killed his victim before the body was put into the trunk. That evil little prick had enjoyed every minute of it, too. Kane turned the key and the trunk lid popped open. The hinge creaked as it rose up, and all he could make out was a shadow of… a woman? A draft blew in from the open garage reminding him that he was about to unveil a body in front of the whole fucking neighborhood. Kane reached for the clicker on the passenger seat and waited for the door to close. Once he had privacy, he flipped on the light switch by the door to the house. “What the hell am I doing?” he said under his breath through clenched teeth. “Locking myself in a maniac’s garage with a dead body, that’s what,” he answered. “Probably has a wife and kids inside and I’m about to expose the truth about what Daddy has been up to.” He quietly turned the knob to the house and peered inside to see a small kitchen with a brown linoleum floor.
