"I still love you, Hannah, so I want you to die in peace," Clint whispered in her ear. "I just want you to know, your children won't feel a thing. I'll take good care of them.""Hannah turned back briefly, locked eyes with him. "Not if I get there first."Clint said something obscene. The gun fired again. Her body spasmed. Her last breath left like a noisy bird, but she was far away at sea and it did not matter. Hannah Whitmire's body may lie on the...