Alabama Abattoir

A Vigilante Thriller

She's killed two highway predators. The third one is waiting for her. Marley Crenshaw has a formula that works. Observe the target. Create the perfect persona. Get close. Execute. Two serial killers are dead because of it. The system calls their deaths accidents. The lot lizards call them justice. Now she's hunting Samuel Tidwell, a furniture hauler who works the I-65 corridor between Birmingham and Mobile. The women who flag down his truck don't come back. Bodies turn up in pine forests outside Montgomery—tortured, discarded, forgotten. Standard roadside predator. She's handled those before. But Tidwell isn't standard. He doesn't kill quickly. He keeps them in compartments he built into his trailer—soundproofed, lightproof, too small to stand. He measures how long they take to break. And he's been watching her too. She wakes in absolute darkness. Three other women breathing in the space beside her. No weapons. No tools. No plan. Everything she thought she knew about hunting monsters was wrong. Now she has forty-eight hours to become something she never trained for: prey that fights back. The Blacktop Widow: Dark crime fiction about women who refuse to be victims.