Free Deadly Fate by Heather Graham Page A

her cell phone, bitching at someone on the other end, even while she was bitching at him about there being no coffee for an hour or so.”
    â€œPeople don’t usually kill people and cut them in half just because they’re not nice people,” Thor said.
    â€œMay depend on who they’re not nice to,” Jackson said.
    â€œTrue,” Thor agreed. “So, by this time frame—if everyone was right about time—it seems that Miss Fontaine was killed first in her hotel room. The killer apparently kept it down, though he was heard, which brought security up. Somehow he killed her, left that room as it was and got out of the hotel with whatever he used to sever her head, and went on to meet up with Amelia Carson, catch her, kill her, slice her in half and deposit her on the snow.”
    â€œAnd no one saw him,” Jackson said.
    Thor met his eyes. “I doubt that,” he said softly.
    â€œThe body was behind that snowbank or rise,” Mike said. “If Miss Avery had run about fifty feet parallel from where she was, she might not have seen it.”
    That was true.
    â€œHey, I work with you daily, Thor, and you’re confusing me,” Mike said. “You think that there is someone on the island, and you also think that someone saw something?”
    â€œThis is all too clean—too neat,” Thor said. “And here’s another thought. What if there are two killers? One who decapitated Natalie Fontaine, and one who chopped Amelia Carson in half?”
    â€œTwo killers?” Jackson asked. “God, I sure as hell hate to think that there might be two such demented people in the area.”
    â€œThere really are a lot of people who hate reality TV,” Mike said. He was serious, Thor realized.
    â€œYou just change the channel,” Jackson said. He was looking at Thor, and he knew that they were both thinking the same thing. Tate Morley—the Fairy Tale Killer—was out. These killings had not been carried out in any way like the murders he’d committed before. But he had been locked away for over a decade. He might have changed.
    Then again, Thor and Jackson might have such traumatic memories of the man’s previous victims that they were ready to pin anything on him.
    Realistically, there were new sociopathic and psychotic killers cropping up constantly.
    â€œOur director doesn’t believe that the Fairy Tale Killer, Tate Morley, could have anything to do with this,” Thor said to Jackson.
    â€œHe basically believes that the display of the bodies is too different,” Mike added.
    â€œWell, what do you think about the people we’ve interviewed?” Jackson asked. “They all appear to be horrified, devastated and so on—except for Mr. and Mrs. Crowley, who didn’t seem to feel one way or the other about the dead. But I’ve seen cold-blooded killers pass lie-detector tests without blinking.”
    â€œWe do have a cast of actors here,” Mike pointed out.
    â€œThree men who left their hotel together and arrived together. And Miss Avery,” Thor said.
    â€œMaybe they were angry—someone filmed them from the bad side,” Mike suggested.
    â€œI know that group,” Jackson told them. “I know Clara well.”
    Thor swiveled around to look at his former partner. “You know her well? How well?” It wasn’t any kind of an accusation; he knew that Jackson Crow had married another agent. His old friend had never been anything other than the monogamous type. Everything about the man had always been straightforward and honorable.
    â€œAn agent I worked with in New Orleans and the Destiny is engaged to one of her best friends. I was looking out for that group of performers and working with McCoy when the Archangel was on the ship. I knew Clara and some of the old cast were coming up here to sail the Alaska seas after what had happened there.”
    Thor knew about the Archangel