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The door opened and Gina walked inside, her smile fading when she entered the room. “Are you okay, Doctor Blade?”
“I’m fine. I’m just…” She looked down at the broken clock and sighed. Get ahold of yourself. There’s nothing here. “I’m good, Gina. What time is our first patient due?”
“Fifteen minutes. I just wanted to see if you’d like a cup of coffee,” Gina murmured as she looked around the room.
“Yeah. That would be good. Thank you.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” She started to close the door then stopped. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Don’t worry about me. I haven’t been sleeping well. That’s it,” Destiny said. She certainly didn’t sound reassuring in the least.
“I understand. The murders must be on your mind.”
“Yes, but I think the police have a handle on the cases.” She scanned the perimeter as a cold chill trickled down the back of her legs. There was no ominous presence, no madman waiting to drag her into Hell.
Gina didn’t seem to be satisfied. She opened her mouth then smiled. “Okay then. Tell you what. I’ll be right back. Coffee we both need.” Nodding, she walked out of Destiny’s office, glancing over her shoulder once before closing the door with a soft click.
Destiny placed her head in her hands. She tingled at the thought of seeing the detective again. Montana. When she breathed his name, a series of goose bumps popped along every inch of her naked skin. They were as connected as she was with the mystery man. Now he had a face, and she would discover his identify. Get your shit together. You have to think this through.
She shouldn’t have gone to the club alone. What had she been thinking? Still, she was in the fold so to speak. The good detective certainly couldn’t have made as much headway. She was well aware the BDSM community was closed mouthed. Talking to a cop they’d never do. The answer had to lie in the men who went beyond the norm. Was she truly putting her life in danger?
Gina threw open the door, her face ashen. “Destiny. You have to see this.”
“What?” The terrified look on her assistant’s face was enough to force her to rise from her chair. “What is it?”
“A news conference. It’s about the latest victims. I think you should see this.”
She trailed behind Gina into the front room. The television was on and the man standing at the podium was Detective Givens.” Holding her arms, she moved closer.
“We’ve been able to learn the identities of two recent homicides. Drew Smith and Jenna Gammons were brutally murdered, and we have reason to believe the two homicides are related.” Detective Givens looked directly into the monitor. “We also have reason to believe there is a connection with the recent BDSM style killings.”
The words echoed as a pretty picture of Jenna Gammons flashed onto the screen.
Destiny swayed back and forth. “No. Oh Jesus.”
“She’s our patient,” Gina whispered, her voice breaking.
For a few seconds a swirl of blackness wrapped around her vision. Then an image appeared. The bloodied and beaten woman was all but unrecognizable. She opened her mouth, beckoning to Destiny. Vomit slithered down from the corner of her mouth and her words were garbled.
But Destiny knew.
“He’s going to kill you.”
CHAPTER 11
Destiny stood outside of the police station, glaring at the unassuming brick building as if the people inside were the enemies. Given Jenna’s murder, there was no doubt left in her mind that her patients in particular were being targeted, but she suspected there was a deeper meaning. Evil. She could almost taste the ominous trend in her saliva. The murderer was picking them off one by one. She had a feeling Michael was next.
Her responsible side told her to go find the detective, telling him every sordid detail about her patients’ lives. They were dead after all. Wringing her hands, she closed her eyes. Finding courage to do the right thing had never been an issue. Today she felt like a traitor. If her patients’ secret lives were unveiled, they’d be labeled freaks, destroying what was left of their families. She couldn’t allow that to happen.
You are the catalyst. She wasn’t entirely certain if the words had come from her inner psyche or the man who shadowed her every move. At this point she couldn’t argue the point. What did the monster want from her?
She took a step backward then a second and third. Jenna had issued a clear warning. Someone wanted Destiny dead and she was determined to find out who and why. The connection with the detective would only get in her way. Visions swept into her mind. The predator was luring her into his private lair. She had to do the right thing. Game playing, she wasn’t into. Now was past time for her to be the trained professional she’d always been. Fear and self-doubt weren’t options. She was perhaps the only salvation.
After a few more seconds she turned and walked briskly across the street and around the corner. She jerked her phone from her purse and pulled Mistress Jade’s card from her wallet. Her hands shaking, she dialed the number, half expecting to get a voice mail. When Mistress Jade answered, she sucked in her breath.
“Mistress Jade.”
Hesitating, she almost ended the call.
