Fractured (13 page)

From across the hall, I felt Ellis's jagged emotions. We'd always had that connection between us when we were in extreme distress, not words. Just intense feelings and sensations. He was still alive.

Then, I felt the sharp jab of the IV needle where Ellis had pulled it free, stabbed it into his wrist, and opened a vein.

Our connection faded, then went dark.

I sat in silence for a minute, probing the emptiness. Then I tied the bed sheet noose to the top light fixture over my bed. I roped it over my head and let my weight sag.

36

Brendan

Sunday: 9:00 PM

O
n the second floor study of his brownstone on Riverside Drive, Brendan Wavestone sat in his leather recliner, puffed on his favorite pipe, and sipped the brandy from a crystal snifter. The news of the day blared in razor-sharp high definition on his seventy-five-inch retractable TV.

A ticker along the bottom of the screen read:
Breaking news
:
The two criminally insane offspring of Brendan Wavestone and Mallory Taylor Wavestone, both in custody for a string of murders and rapes that had the city terrorized for months, have simultaneously killed themselves while being treated for their injuries
.

Brendan smiled and looked at the smaller monitors recessed into his coffee table. The heirloom ring the Pendell kid had returned to him sat glinting there, now restored to its original high shine. Let Pendell and Glass think the girl was spared by chance—until the time was right.

Moments before their deaths, his two least agreeable children out of twelve from various marriages and mistresses had frowned angrily up at him from the small screens.

Then, as if linked, they had each carried out their beautifully synchronized suicides.

Brendan Wavestone sat back in his chair, took another puff of his pipe, and smiled. His plans were back on track, despite the ungrateful brats' attempts to derail them.

It was a very good day indeed.

The End

Liked Bobby? Check out
Vision

Love to hate Jeremy? Check out
Breaking Glass

She doesn't just play; she kills it. Watch out for
Until Beth
, coming this September.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thank you to all the people who loved
Breaking Glass
and did not want to let go of Jeremy. Also, thank you to my agent, Shannon Hassan, and the ace crew at Spencer Hill Press: my editors, Vikki Ciaffone and Laura Ownbey, and of course, The Closer, Rich Storrs. Special thanks to The Multi-Talented One, the amazing Errick Nunnally, for laying out the ebook. Huge thanks to the new Big Cheese, Jessica Porteous; the former Big Cheese, now a happy little cheese, Kate Kaynak; and my publicist, part-time therapist, and muse, Brooke DelVecchio. Also thanks to the people at Beaufort Press.

Lisa Amowitz was born in Queens and raised in the wilds of Long Island, New York, where she climbed trees, thought small creatures lived under rocks, and studied ant hills. And drew. A lot. She is a professor of Graphic Design at her beloved Bronx Community College, where she has been tormenting and cajoling students for nearly twenty years. She started writing originally because she wanted something to illustrate, but somehow, instead ended up writing YA. Probably because her mind is too dark and twisted for small children. Lisa is represented by Shannon Hassan of Marsal-Lyon Literary Agency,
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BREAKING GLASS, released in July, 2013 from Spencer Hill Press, is her first published work. VISION, the first of the Finder series, was released September, 2014. FRACTURED, a novella combining the worlds of BREAKING GLASS and VISION, releases as an ebook only, June 7, 2015. UNTIL BETH, the first in the Life and Beth trilogy, will be released September 2015. She is currently working on a sequel to the acclaimed BREAKING GLASS, due out in 2016.

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