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I do nothing but watch her being placed in the back of a cop car, her eyes not moving from mine, then she mouths elephant shoe. My ribs are crushing my internal organs, I should be bleeding out, yet here I stand.
Her hand goes flat on the car window and slowly drags down, making a mark on the clear glass.
I want to move my feet, but I’m locked on her pouty lips and the fact she said she loved me, when I’m the one to blame for everything. God, it’s so much easier to believe she said elephant shoe.
The car begins to move, her pretty face removed from my vision, and only then am I able to suck in a breath and force my muscles to move again. I race out the door but everyone’s gone except the small-town boy I should dispose of.
“Sienna!” I holler, kicking the dirt at my feet.What the fuck is wrong with me?
My fingers claw at my scalp, pulling at the roots of my hair.I need to fix this. I turn and bump into Elliot before I even move my feet.
“You need me more than I need you right now, Maximus.” That pretty boy exterior morphs into something more sinister.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, trying to sidestep him.
I glance behind me, Bram and Jack are cheering with their drinks once again.
“I’ve been writing you letters.”
My feet halt and I give him a better look. No one knows about the letters. I will have to deal with him later. I need to get Sienna out of this. I shake my head, giving him one more look. Fuck! I turn toward my car and the letter-writing freak stays on my heels. He gets into the passenger side without being invited and slams the door the same time as me.
“I’ve been studying you since I was a teenager. It’s why I bought the bar in Oakport, and then decided to move here afterwards. I find you fascinating. You really are a genius.”
“What the hell is this? You a serial killer?” I ask, angry at myself that I couldn’t find him until he walked up to me.
He laughs—fuckinglaughs—and taps at my shoulder.
“Don’t touch me,” I seethe. This guy is crazier than me.
“No, I’m not like you. Blood makes me queasy.” He shudders at the image he must be thinking about and his face contorts. His lips curl down and his nostrils flare as his eyes widen with disgust. “I want to write a book about you.”
I look this guy dead in the eyes and find he’s completely serious. For the first time in my life, I’m not the one unfazed, it’s this guy. I’m not sure if I’m horrified, impressed, or shocked. He continues, not worried that he’s in the car with a serial killer, one who likes to have all his loose ends cleaned up.
“Anyway, Sienna being blamed for your attempted murder is the greatest get-out-of-jail-free card you have. I think we should plan on having the entirety of the club murders put on her. Think about it. Then you can change your M.O. for any new killings. You’ve switched how you kill twice in your life, might as well switch gears again. This is the perfect opportunity.” He jumps with joy in his seat. “I couldn’t have planned this better.”
He’s not even done finishing his last word when I have his throat in my hands and I’m blocking his airway. He smiles at me like this is the best day of his life. There’s no fight for his life. I release him and he coughs and wheezes for air.
“I will make you live in history forever,” he says, trying to catch his breath.
“I don’t care about immortality,” I seethe.
“Sure, you do. Your mind is clouded right now. All great killers want what I’m offering you. It’s why the Zodiac wrote letters, he wanted the fame, to live in infamy.”
My foot is heavy on the gas as I peel out of the parking lot, our bodies tossed backwards into our seats.
“Where are we going?” Elliot asks, vibrating with energy in his seat.
“I’m going to get my girl.” I press the gas down harder, taking a turn a little too sharp and leaving marks on the road.
“Don’t be stupid. It’s what that wannabe, McCain, wants.”
I slam on the brakes, throwing our bodies forward. I wish he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and would go through the windshield.
“Yes, I know all about him, too. It’s how I found you.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe his luck.
“I think it’s time to tell me everything you know,” I say, gripping the wheel tighter than necessary.
“I thought you would never ask,” he replies with a smile. “Head to my apartment and I’ll show you my journals.”
