Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Foley doesn’t waver. “A possible murder on campus is anything but outrageous.”
Shocking gasps emanate from the people behind me.
“What murder?” Felix barks.
“An officer was taken from the grounds. We’ve found traces of blood.”
More audible gasps fill the air.
Foley hands Rivera a bunch of papers. “This whole area will be off-limits for the foreseeable future.”
Dean Rivera inspects the papers. “How long?”
“As long as necessary until we find the culprit. Or the missing officer. Whichever comes first.”
Foley tilts his head and smiles, but then his eyes filter through the crowd and stop once they connect with mine.
The air feels knocked out of my lungs.
This is bad.
Very fucking bad.
The chance of them finding something is huge, since those boys were amateurs and didn’t know how to properly clean up after a killing spree.
Besides, they killed him because of me.
I swallow.
I have to fix this.
But this sure puts a wrench in my plans to kill my next victim.
My fist balls from the way Foley’s gaze is fixated on me.
God, he’s so infuriatingly handsome when he’s laser-focused on finding his target, no matter the cost. It turns me on like nothing else, and I would jump his fucking bones if it weren’t for everyone around us watching.
And the fact that he doesn’t know I’m his stalker.
I hide my intentions behind a graceful smile.
He smiles back.
Game on.
Atreus
I throw my keys on the table and grab a bottle of wine from the cupboard, then pour myself a glass before I sit down on the couch and stare out the window like an absolute crazed man.
The more information that comes out of that school, the more disgusted I become.
It truly is a pile of dung covered in a ribbon, and every one of them lying bastards is guilty.
And I can’t help but wonder if my stalker goes there too.
I take a sip.
Wouldn’t surprise me one bit with the amount of inside knowledge she proclaimed to have.
Who is she protecting?
My fingers clench around the glass tightly.
I can’t fucking believe one of my own officers is missing at the scene of the crime. Not one but two students were seen driving off in a hurry, yet not a single partygoer actually saw a license plate or a face. Nothing they could be identified with.
Goddammit.
For all I know, he could already be dead in a ditch somewhere.
Coldhearted killers.
I take another sip, but it won’t quench my thirst for vengeance. Not one bit.
The lights from downtown dazzle through my window, casting an ominous glare that reminds me of a dancing flame. A woman, slithering through my home, trapping me in her claws, enchanting me with those coy fingers and that delectable pussy she forced onto me.
With a roar, I cast the glass at the wall beside me, shattering it into tiny pieces, coating my floor in wine.
Just that one time.
One time, and she’s already gotten me entranced.
I must find her.
I simply have to, or I will die trying.
She’s the key to unfolding all of this.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I pull it out of my pocket, fully expecting the station to ask me to return to the office because of a newly found lead, or better, someone coming forward.
But all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up the moment I see the word.
Unknown.
And my dick instantly throbs.
Fuck.
Unknown: Hello, Detective Foley. Remember our previous engagement?
Engagement? Engagement?!
Me: What do you want, woman?
Unknown: No need to bite, doggy. Especially not the hand that feeds you.
I immediately glance around my house, my free hand resting on the gun I’m still carrying. If she’s here, I must be prepared to take her down before she gets her hands on me again.
Unknown: Tell me, when you think of me, does your dick get hard?
Me: Come face me, and you can find out.
Unknown: I’d bet you’d like that …
Grinding my teeth, I furiously type back.
Me: Stop these games.
Unknown: Why? They’re so much fun.
Me: Coward.
Unknown: I’ll give you the information you’re so desperate for.
I sit up straight.
Me: Send it then.
Unknown: Oh no, it’s not for free. You have to come and find it.
I roll my eyes. Always that duplicity.
Me: Tell me where.
She texts me an address, and I stare at it for a moment, then look it up on the map app. That’s a children’s playground.
What the …?
Me: Do you have more info?
Unknown: That’s it. Good luck on your scavenger hunt, Officer Foley!
My eyes narrow. Something about this smells awfully fishy. But I need to know what she’s up to, so I tuck my phone into my pocket and get up to swiftly clean up the mess I made with the wineglass before heading out.
Time for a rendezvous.
Sunny
I put on the balaclava I stole from Levi’s motorcycle while he wasn’t looking and head into the alley behind the police building in my black motorcycle suit, incognito, unrecognizable. I pull out my trusty old hook so I can latch onto the ledge again and hoist myself up with the rope.