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I just smile, looking all sweet and shit. No ruthless killer here, boys. Just a harmless woman falling in love. That’s all.
“Here are the keys,” Logan tells me, placing said keys into my palm. “I’d walk you down, but I have a shitload to do. I’m so sorry.”
I shrug, and some random guy walks over, apparently ready to escort me out.
“I’ll see you later?”
Logan’s lips find mine, answering that question without words. A throat-clearing comes from behind me—Donny. But Logan doesn’t stop putting on a show, his tongue toying with mine as he pulls me as close as possible.
I melt against him, uncaring if the world sees how head-over-heels I am. When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m dizzy, and maybe a little high.
He cups my cheek, staring at me for a long moment. “Later,” he says, then turns and leaves me behind as Craig meets him halfway.
I don’t look back at Donny as I let the other guy lead me out. He never says a word, and I don’t speak to him. He’s blushing fiercely, as though a little PDA shocked him and embarrassed the hell out of him.
Awww. Such a sweet little guy.
He escorts me all the way to Logan’s SUV, and I drive away, heading home to get some much-needed sleep. I’m glad I no longer have to hide my exhaustion.
The patrol cars at the end of my driveway are gone, apparently called away to deal with the latest homicide case that involves several missing children.
It’s a terrible pun, but I nailed that bastard’s balls to the wall.
Well, I actually nailed them to a chair while he cried for hours on end. Thank fuck for gloves. No way was I touching them ugly, wrinkly, hairy things with my hands otherwise.
My phone rings, and I see Jake’s name on it. I told him not to call me on this phone anymore.
“What’s wrong?”
“That girl, Erica Norris? The Boogeyman let her go.”
“What? When?”
“Don’t know. She’s demanding to speak with your boy. Says she won’t talk to anyone but Logan Bennett. She’s about an hour and a half away from you.”
“How do you know this?”
“Hacked the FBI cameras. Don’t worry. They won’t know it was me. They’ll think it was a Russian guy who has been dead for two years.”
“Why would he let her go?”
“Beats the hell out of me. I’ll let you know when I know. This badass is still on the case.”
I grin, rolling my eyes. Only Jake.
Hanging up, I walk up the steps to my house.
Weirdly, I hear music playing when I walk in. I must have left it on.
I shut the door, locking it.
Just as I turn the corner, something collides with my face like a hammer, and I’m thrown against the wall as a cry of pain escapes me. My keys and phone are knocked out of my hands and crash to the ground, but the sound is nothing more than a distant echo.
Before my eyes can adjust to the darkness, an arm bears down on my throat, strangling me, while my dazed head tries to catch up, still reeling from the explosive pain.
My hand shoots up, trying to connect with something, but a strong, vice-grip encases my wrist, twisting it painfully.
“Feisty. I like that. And so pretty. Agent Bennett picks them well,” a deep, sinister voice says from the darkness, chilling my blood to the core. Just a glimmer of light highlights malicious eyes too close to mine. “He left you all alone finally. Tell me, princess, are you afraid of the Boogeyman?”
