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I’d chased her for months, but this was the first time I’d gotten close enough to see her.
However, “seeing” was objective in this instance. All I could really see was some long blondish-red hair and the silhouette of fuckable curves. Or maybe it was just blonde hair, and the red was blood from some dumb fuck who she’d just worked over?
My Little Shadow had me thinking she was a dude for the longest time. Big-ass bootprints always left dead-end blood trails that moved away from her crime scenes, but I’d recently discovered it was just another of the many ways Little Shadow had evaded the cops.
Most glimpses I had of her were blurred or from far away, and nine times out of ten, all I could see was a jet-black hoodie. Baggy and concealed. She was resourceful. I’d witnessed that firsthand. I still couldn’t understand how she managed to overpower the dealers she hunted. That was until I saw her last night at that abandoned diner.
She was sniffing out ‘Ole Rocky Manning’s place. I had worked with that fuckhead in my college days when I’d first fled to America. Rocky was a large ogre of a man. He did not have a single goddamn brain cell and relied solely on mechanical impulses to function. That was back in the day when I gave a fuck and pretended like society’s opinions mattered to me.
Rocky was a self-entitled trust fund baby back then, always whining about needing a degree or his mommy and daddy would cut up his credit card. Maybe his parents followed through with their threat because Rocky got into the drug world not long after.
He could just be lying to his fellow ‘broke as shit partners’ though, while pocketing that shit for extra hookers. Who knew when it came to deadbeat dealers?
Rocky seemed to be having a meeting at that diner with some skinny Mop-Head. This guy was nervous as hell, making his entrance known to everyone around the area with his elephant stomping and cracked-out giggling.
It was clear that someone was hiding in the bushes below me, even with my ass parked far away, perched on the top of the building adjacent to the diner. She hadn’t noticed me and my ninja skills. The little killer had been too focused on the ground level as well.
“Rookie.” I snorted, shaking my head.
Always look up. You never know when your rival serial killer wants to play.
I watched that dark Little Shadow wait patiently for her kills to approach her in the back.
She had caught them off guard by acting like a limping woman, appearing out of those bushes and shrieking at them. Both the men scrambled like startled rats, running off in different directions. I couldn’t keep myself from laughing at the scene before me. How crazy it was to see a frail-looking ball of black terrify two big beef heads.
She couldn’t catch both of them. However, Rocky had gone down the alley, hiding behind the building that held my perch. Mop-Head hadn’t seen her coming the second time. Her calculated attack was so fast that it was like a blur before my eyes.
She really was like a shadow.
Jamming that needle deep in his throat meant lights out for Mop-Boy, but then she started stalking around looking for Rocky.
How could such a small woman incapacitate two men?
Either she knew she couldn’t haul both their lard-asses around, or she didn’t give a shit. Either way, the search ended with her walking back to Mop-Head and pulling a square shape from her pocket.
Like some kind of magician’s act, the square turned into a big ass tarp. She then rolled Mop-Head onto it and started pulling his body over to her car. Hefting her latest prey into her clown car was a magic act in itself.
I was pretty pissed, to be honest.
The dumb ass pigs had given me a ridiculous name, branding me with the title “The Klause Killer.” Did I look like an old fat man? No. Just because I didn’t clean up after myself like my Little Shadow didn’t make me resemble good ‘Ole Saint Nicky.
My Little Shadow was known as Snow White. It wasn’t until seeing her in action that I realized why. I’d chased this girl for nearly a year, and the weapon she used on her victims was always too small or dark to see.
But I could see it now. I wondered what was in that syringe.
Drugs?
Poison?
Meh, I didn’t really give a shit, but my tracker stuck neatly to her little blue car. It was easy enough to follow her, so I decided to have a bit of fun while I waited. Dropping down from the ladder of the building, I landed in front of Rocky. After yelping like the bitch he was, he saw my face and started to laugh.
“Oh fuck! You scared the shit out of me. Some mother fucker just came at me and ran off with a new hire of ours.”
I yawned, cracking my neck, not bothering to respond.
After a moment of pause, Rocky’s smile dropped, and he breathed out shakily, backing up from me and bumping into the stone of the building.
“Well…I better get going. You gotta take care of that club of yours,” Rocky said, eyeing the distance behind me.
