Absolute Fear. Lisa Jackson

through him. He tried to scuttle away, to move anywhere, but his damned body…Oh hell, he’d been drugged. He realized that now. It wasn’t the booze…

      His attacker lunged. Was on him in an instant.

      A big hand pulled back on his forehead until his neck bowed back so far he was certain his spine would snap. Pain screamed down his backbone. “No!” he rasped.

      In one last terrifying instant, he saw the wicked blade in a strong black-gloved hand.

      It moved across his line of vision.

      Oh sweet Jesus, this maniac was going to slit his throat!

      The tip of the blade pressed against the side of his neck.

      “I’m the Reviver,” his attacker whispered intimately into his ear. “I decide. Who lives. Who dies. Who will be revived.”

      Delusional psychopathy with a God complex.

      Renner closed his eyes. He knew what was coming.

      God have mercy on my soul.

      The knife point pricked his skin.

      He swallowed hard.

      “It’s God’s will, Doctor, that you go straight to hell,” the killer whispered just before he drew his arm backward and the blade slashed in a sharp, clean arc.