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I grin, feeling confident—feeling like a fucking vengeful god—as I make my way toward them with silent steps.
“I didn’t think you’d come.” A voice speaks up before they blow out a cloud of smoke. I can’t see them yet, just the outline caused by the displacement of shadows, but the deep, harsh voice from so many years of smoking draws me in.
“I told you I would.”
I can smell him now. The smoke in the air is the dominant scent, but there is a hint of whiskey and motor oil beneath that. I’m virtually on top of him before I can see clearly.
He turns to face me, his eyes moving over my face.
“I don’t have all day. So, what is it that you want?”
I pull both my hands from my pockets. “Hold this for me.”
I hand him the small wooden box as I flick the cap off the needle in my other hand.
“What is it?” He flips the lid, and a melodic tune starts to play.
While he’s distracted, I shove the needle into his thigh.
“What the fuck?”
He swings his arm, and I move back out of striking range, the darkness hiding me from view, though he knows I’m there.
“What did you do?”
The last of his words slur, making me grin. I outright laugh when the mammoth drops to the ground in a heap. God, I love what I do. The rush is like no other.
I roll him over and stare down into his glazed eyes. “What do I want? I’m not much of a talker, so how about I show you instead?”
I pull my knife from my back pocket and start whistling again, building the tension as I lean over him. “What I want”—I tell him as I grip his hair and hold him steady as he uses the last of his strength to struggle—“is vengeance.”
I don’t give him time to say anything. There is nothing he could say that would make a difference. No plea or promise that would make me change my mind. I swipe the blade across his throat once, twice, three times. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.
A gurgled, wet sound comes from him as he tries to breathe around the blood pouring from his neck. I have to wonder if there is a sweeter sound than this.
Once he takes his last breath, I pick up the wooden music box from the ground and rest it on his chest before I walk away, humming the same tune.
I gasp as my eyes open and find myself on the floor, staring up at Valen’s concerned face.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the shit out of me.” His eyes take me in as tears run down my cheeks. “You remembered something.”
“Worse. I think I just saw the Lullaby Killer kill his next victim.”
Chapter Fourteen
Valen
Iwatch her as she talks to the cops, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of coffee in her hands. The breakfast she made sits cold on the table as she tells them what she saw.
“How did I know you’d be here?”
I turn at the sound of Hask’s voice and grin. “You miss me?”
The cop who had been taking my statement looks between the two of us, sensing the hostility.
“I’ll take it from here, Johnson,” Hask tells him.
“Yes, sir.”
