“Do you think it’s drug-related?” he asks, holding his hand in front of his nose because of the corpse’s scent. “Cartels?”
I pull off my gloves. “Perhaps.”
But perhaps, this could be something else entirely.
Something far more devious than a hit.
I place my hand on the officer’s shoulder. “Find out everything you can about his life. Where he worked, where he lived, who he visited, what brand of car he drives, every second of every hour of the day. I want it all on paper. Stat.”
He frowns. “For a kill?”
My eye twitches. “This wasn’t just a kill, Trent. It was a vendetta.” I squeeze his shoulder, a smirk slowly forming on my face. “We’re going on a manhunt.”
CHAPTER 4
Xavier
I can smellher perfume before I even see her.
I look up from my notebook, my pencil still hovering in my hand, as she waltzes through the classroom doorway. Glitter is splashed across her eyes, lined with kohl, and her lips are stained ombre red, the many earrings dangling in her ears glinting in the light as she locks her dark eyes onto mine.
Oh fuck.
I quickly put my stuff back into my backpack, dropping my pencil in the process. Fuck it, leave it, I don’t care, I have to get out of here before it’s too late.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Where are you going?” Orion asks from two seats down as I throw my bag over my shoulder. “The professor isn’t even here yet. Class is starting in like five minutes.”
“Doctor’s appointment,” I lie. “I forgot.”
But when I turn my head around again, I shriek out loud.
Sunny Reed stands right in front of me.
And everyone in class is looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.
Her presence swallows the remaining oxygen in this room, and my lungs can barely scrape by.
She tilts her head, eyes glimmering with mischief. “Hi.”
My butt cheeks instantly clench.
She spoke to me.
She actually spoke to me.
This is a dream.
It has to be.
Her sparkling eyes narrow. “I said hi.”
There’s no way she’s talking to me right now.
She. The object of all of my desires. She is talking to me like I exist in her world.
“Hi,” I say, my voice breaking tone from sheer nervousness.
