Dead List

Dead ListA Thriller John CorwinRaven House Copyright © 2023 by John Corwin. All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. LICENSE NOTES:The ebook format is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. The ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people unless expressly permitted by the author. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please go to a digital ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Contents Books by John Corwin- KILL OR BE KILLED 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 30. Chapter 30 31. Chapter 31 32. Chapter 32 33. Chapter 33 34. Chapter 34 35. Chapter 35 36. Chapter 36 37. Epilogue About the Author Books by John Corwin- Join My Facebook Group End Books by John Corwin-Books by John Corwin Join the Overworld Conclave for all the news, memes and tentacles you could ever desire!https://www.facebook.com/groups/overworldconclaveOr get your tentacles via email: www.johncorwin.netFan page: https://www.facebook.com/johncorwinauthorAMOS CARVER THRILLERSDead Before DawnDead ListCHRONICLES OF CAINTo Kill a UnicornEnter OblivionThrone of LiesAt The Forest of MadnessThe Dead Never DieShadow of CthulhuCabal of ChaosMonster SquadGates of Yog-SothothTHE OVERWORLD CHRONICLESSweet Blood of MineDark Light of MineFallen Angel of MineDread Nemesis of MineTwisted Sister of MineDearest Mother of MineInfernal Father of MineSinister Seraphim of MineWicked War of MineDire Destiny of OursAetherial AnnihilationBaleful BetrayalOminous OdysseyInsidious InsurrectionUtopia UndoneOverworld ApocalypseApocryphan RisingSoul StormDevil's DueOverworld AscensionAssignment Zero (An Elyssa Short Story)OVERWORLD UNDERGROUNDSoul SeerDemonicusInfernal BladeOVERWORLD ARCANUMConrad Edison and the Living CurseConrad Edison and the Anchored WorldConrad Edison and the Broken RelicConrad Edison and the Infernal DesignConrad Edison and the First PowerSTAND ALONE NOVELSMars RisingNo Darker FateThe Next Thing I KnewOutsourcedSeventh KILL OR BE KILLEDAmos Carver is just minding his own business when a woman falls to her death right around the corner from where he's working. At first it seems like a senseless tragedy. An accident. Carver can't help but investigate. When he does, he realizes this was no ordinary woman. She was a trained killer. And she was looking for him.There's a contract on Carver's head. But who's behind it? The Brazilians? His former government unit, Scion? The military company, Breakstone?Running isn't an option. If they tracked him to his new city, they can track him anywhere. Some problems are best met head on. Especially when the prey is a trained killer himself. The game becomes survival of the fittest.But it doesn't matter how many assassins Carver kills if he can't find out who's funding them. It's a simple numbers game. They'll keep coming. Carver will get tired and eventually slip up. Then a bullet or a blade will put him six feet under.Carver will have to stay in the shadows. Strike when he can. Find allies if possible. Follow the trail of money and bodies to the top.And cut the head off the snake. Chapter 1SATURDAY NIGHT A body hurtled groundward.It slammed into a dumpster in an alley. A club entrance was just around the corner. The twenty-somethings waiting to go inside shouted in unison when the dumpster rang like a gong. Some jumped. Others scattered like frightened deer.Carver was also just around the corner. He wasn't going into the club. He was a bouncer. He'd been working at Club Periclean for a few months. He'd broken up fights. Dragged out drunks. Strongarmed troublemakers. But he hadn't heard a ruckus like this before.His first instinct was to take cover. He didn't jump. Didn't shout. But he did back up a few steps behind the safety of a concrete wall. A moment later he registered two things. One: The sound wasn't a gunshot. Two: It came from the alley.He walked around the corner into the alley. The streetlamp highlighted a horror scene. He saw blood. Saw an arm dangling over the side of the dumpster. Carver jogged over. Looked inside. Saw a crumpled body. The clothing was casual. Jeans and a t-shirt. The face was a bloody mess, but the long, blond hair hinted at a woman. The bone structure in the face confirmed it. Even with all the blood he could tell she was young. Maybe early thirties.She didn't have a purse. A phone. Nothing that Carver could see, anyway. No bulges in the jean pockets. Nothing near her hand. It was possible she'd been holding a phone. If she had, it was somewhere in the dumpster. Probably smashed to pieces.Carver looked up. The club was in the bottom of La Playa, a high-rise condominium. This one was thirty stories tall. She could have fallen from anywhere. The roof. Maybe the single illuminated balcony about twenty stories up. It was hard to say. It was nearly one in the morning on a Saturday. Most condo residents were probably asleep.Some of the people waiting in line wandered around the corner. Cell phones recorded. Gasps of disbelief. Cries of horror. One girl bent over and threw up."Holy shit. What happened?" A guy rushed over and looked inside the dumpster. He reeled back. Stumbled. Probably