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So many choices.
The hunter inclined his head and sauntered toward the waiting cop.
Two guards. Too much attention. The lawyer would have to wait.
A loose end he’d get—sooner or later.
The hunter glanced back at him, eyes narrowed.
Bastard.
With a curt nod, he hurried into room 407. The patient, an elderly man with a white mane of hair, glanced up at his approach. “Fuck. Another one of you assholes?”
Really, it was the wrong thing to say. Because his day was already pretty shitty.
“I’m tired of you pricks coming in here! I’m tired of everybody poking and prodding me. I’m eighty-seven. You can’t fix me. I’m just gonna die.”
Sooner than the jerk realized.He shoved his hand into his pocket. Felt the capped syringe he’d prepared especially for Givens. No sense in letting all that preparation go to waste. He’d known he wouldn’t be able to attack with claws and teeth on this one. Though he sure did prefer to kill that way.
So he’d bribed a nurse. Gotten exactly what he needed for a fast, clean kill.
“Why don’t you just take your overpaid, arrogant ass right back out of my room!”
He smiled and headed toward his patient. Some people really didn’t do much for the world. He stopped at the foot of the bed and glanced at the patient’s chart. “Tell me, Mr. Pope, have you had a good life?”
“What the hell kind of question is that? No, asshole, I haven’t. I got my knee blasted in the war, stupid bitch of a wife sent me to jail for ten years, the cancer fucking ate me up when I got out, and now I have to look at your sorry ass!”
No, some people really didn’t do much for the world.“Don’t worry, sir, you’ll be leaving the hospital soon.”
“The hell I will! I heard them other assholes! I’ll only be leaving in a body bag!”
True enough.
He uncapped the syringe. This wouldn’t hurt. That was the only downside. He rather liked to watch pain and blood.
Hmmm...no blood. Another downside. But it would be fast. And the doctors and nurses would run in, so worried about this patient that they wouldn’t even notice him slipping out.
And a kill would really improve his day.
Not one for Erin this time. Just for him.
It had been so long since the kills had been for him alone.
He rounded the bed. “Just relax, Mr. Pope, this will only take a few seconds of your time.”
The old man gave a grim nod. “Fine, just hurry the hell up.”
* * *
They reached Lillian just after lunch. Jude didn’t drive to a motel first, a good thing because she probably would have jumped him. Instead, he took them straight to the police station.
Erin licked her lips as she stared up at the gleaming doors of the Lillian PD. The place was less than half the size of Baton Rouge’s department. It was a fat, square building, one surrounded by police cruisers and motorcycles.
She’d spent hours there before, grilling cops, talking to suspects and perps. Coming back was bittersweet.
Erin climbed the steps with her head up.
Jude shadowed her. “We need to find out if there were any more attacks after you left town.”
