Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“Then you are a target?”
“I’m not the one he killed last night. My worry here is that he’s no longer waiting for the victims to trigger him. He’s waiting on me to do it.”
“Then how does he pick his victims?”
“It still might be someone that pissed him off or did something he doesn’t like, but maybe he would have waited to kill them or let them off the hook for another victim if he’s not agitated or proving a point at the time. If we talk to the media, and we trigger him again, and I’m right, he kills sooner than later. We can’t let that happen until we know how to set a trap with a real net we currently don’t have.”
“All of this sounds right enough to me but we’re forced into guesswork here, and that really sucks because I’ve got the chief breathing down my neck. And he’s got the mayor and governor breathing down his. Can I just speak to the public and tell them there’s no known danger to the general public?”
“What if that’s a challenge in the killer’s eyes?”
“Fuck, Lilah,” he murmurs, scrubbing his jaw and settling his hands on his hips. “I’m in a bad spot here.”
“Tell your people to call me.”
“They did. You didn’t answer.”
True, I think. True. With that, I say, “Tell them all that I’ll call them back later today.”
He gives a tight nod and motions to Jack. “Is he a problem?”
“Yeah, but he’s not our killer. He’s going to get himself killed. Scare the shit out of him and tie him to his desk.”
“Kit’s out front,” Jay informs us.
“I’ll call you after I find our grandma,” I say, and I start to turn but pause to add, “You’re not so bad, Rollins. I mean, you walk around with a stick up your ass, but you do it efficiently.”
“Fuck you, Lilah.”
“Fuck you, too, Rollins.”
It’s like a vow of friendship in New York City.
I give him my back and he proves my point by saying, “Be careful, Agent. You bleed like the rest of us.”
It’s also not something anyone smart and with a badge talks about, which is why I don’t turn around. I lift a hand and when I step outside, I do so without fear. It’s not a confrontation we have to worry about. It’s this guy going at someone else. A few minutes later, I’m in the backseat of the SUV on the way to see our person of interest, when Tic Tac calls. “Talk to me,” I say.
“This corporation that owns the diner and the theater is locked down hard. So much so, that it’s fishy. I need help but I can’t reach Murphy. We need a nudge to open this file from the upper ranks.”
Murphy is ghosting him, too, which could just be another way of ghosting me. Or there’s something else going on. There is something else going on. That’s the problem. “I’ll call him,” I say, and I disconnect from him and try Murphy again. He doesn’t answer. Of course, he doesn’t answer. I type out a message: I know you have shit going on, but I have a serial killer taking over the city. I need a contact in Europe. There are lives depending on it. And I need help unlocking the info on the corporation.
Shockingly, he replies almost instantly: I already made calls based on Tic Tac’s message. You’ll have the corporation info by tomorrow. As for Europe, you already have a contact. Call Rich. Your ex is now the head of our European division. He includes a phone number.
Rich, who he sent to Europe to keep him out of Kane’s reach.
And Europe is not far enough to protect Rich should Kane want to reach him.
But I also need to know what Landry is running from. I need to know what he knows, and I need to know now. Murphy could have called Rich himself. He just chose not to. Murphy is such an asshole.
Chapter Thirty-Two
There is only one person in this world I’m a hundred percent honest with, and that’s Kane.
However, Kane and Rich do not mix.
After a few moments of contemplation, I decide it leaves me with only one option.
Call Rich and then apologize to Kane after it’s already done. It’s not as if I want to talk to Rich, and it’s not like I want to piss Kane off. But he’s also far from cool as a cucumber where Rich is concerned, and this call is about stopping a killer from taking innocent lives. I hit the number in Murphy’s text message but not without vowing to make him pay. He could have made the call. He knew why I shouldn’t make the call. He also knew I would. The call lands in Rich’s voicemail, and just hearing his voice has me cringing.