“She’ll be staying in,” he said, not sharing anything else about the text.
“Lucky her,” Leah admitted. “Too bad these women didn’t do the same thing.”
Yeah, he was aware.
As they wandered around, the bedroom was clear, but when they headed into the powder room downstairs, they saw something that they hadn’t expected.
Oh, fuck.
“The killer came back,” Dannie said, pointing.
On the bathroom mirror, tucked into the trim around the glass, was a Polaroid, and on it, there was the victim. She was staring lifelessly into the lens, and her mouth was open. They could see the burn on her tongue.
“Well, shit,” Leah admitted.
Dannie took a picture and saved it so the two Feds could see it. Chances were, they’d have to send a tech team here to dust for prints.
“Wait,” he said, staring into a little bowl on the counter. In it, there were rings and jewelry.
Reaching for something, he picked it up, and there was a rosary.
“This isn’t the first rosary,” Dannie admitted.
Leah whistled.
“So could this all be religious?” she asked.
He had no idea.
But on day two, that was a huge problem, and he knew it.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Somewhere In Damascus
Same Time
Hunt Concluded
He was proud of himself. Not only had he dropped a body a couple of hours ago, but he managed to grab the next person right from her bed.
Wasn’t she shocked as shit?
Well, he did like making a statement.
Today was a productive day, if he did say so himself. It was bang, bang, bang, and he was already back at his hidey-hole to take care of business.
Post nap.
Oh, he wanted to be refreshed to enjoy the job at hand.
Thank God the place he brought them was still in the family, and he could come here and do his best work.
Because he had no choice.
The voice in his head was getting stronger, and stronger, so he to comply. With each little piece of him that slipped away, he knew it was only a matter of time.
There were so many voices anymore.
