The sound of her soft snore fills the car. I glance at Beth and she's fast asleep. I shake my head. She's held up better than I expected or at least what I expected after I saw she was pregnant.

The son of a bitch controlled her food. My hands tighten on the steering wheel. I will kill the bastard. He's now first on my list and far in front of the last two men responsible for killing my brother. I haven't forgotten about the doctor who examined her either.

I picture each ...