Chapter One

      Was the killer already here?

      Deputy Levi Crockett didn’t see anything or anyone suspicious, but he felt the twist in his gut, letting him know something wasn’t right. He eased his hand over the Smith & Wesson in his holster and stepped from his truck.

      The winter air snapped at him, the bitter cold going right through his buckskin jacket and cowboy hat, but Levi kept walking. Kept making his way to the side of the Outlaw Bar. Not near the door. But to the back so he’d be able to see when or if the killer arrived.

      The bar was within a half hour of closing, but eight vehicles were still in the parking lot. No one was inside any of them though. No one he could see anyway. The vehicles likely belonged to the cocktail waitresses and bartender. Customers, too. Maybe one even belonged to the killer.

      And not just any ordinary killer, either.

      But the Moonlight Strangler, a serial killer.

      If the tip from the private investigator was right, the killer had staked out this bar as the site of his next murder and would be arriving any minute now.

      Too bad Levi hadn’t gotten more notice from the PI or he could have arranged for a better net to catch this dangerous snake. However, the call had come just a few minutes earlier when Levi was on his way home to his family’s ranch. He’d literally been driving