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Hayes watched the Hog pass with his prey, then pulled in behind them. Who would have thought that she’d go to the biker Meathook for help? And yet, why not? Both of them had lost a child in accidents. Learned their first lesson in that ultimate democracy called death. Like a shadow he followed each turn they made until they stopped in a convenience store parking lot. They were splitting up. Good. He saw her look up at Meathook, her face shadowed. Did she sense him? Perhaps. It didn’t matter. She was about to get her last lesson in death. Like the proverb said, “Death is a shadow that always follows the body.” He was, Hayes thought with rising pleasure, that shadow for Dani Gwynne. There’d be no escape for her this time.