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“He never earned the right to go down in history as me. I have something better planned for him. No one fucks with what’s mine and lives to talk about it.”
This guy has stars in his eyes as he stares at me with his mouth gaped open. He’s a bigger fan of my work than Sienna and my family could ever be.
“What are your plans after you publish the book? I won’t be around to follow anymore.”
He leans back, staring into space. “You’ve been my life’s work. I suppose I’ll be lost for a few years until I find someone new.” He shrugs. “I’ll figure it out.”
“That’s a good way to get yourself killed. Promise me, no more following serial killers around.” I don’t know why I say it, other than this guy has grown on me. I feel like the Grinch when his heart starts to enlarge. My hand rubs over mine, feeling the sting.
I’m going to have to kill the cop faster than I plan to get some normalcy back in my life. He will be my last kill and the only one not on record.
“When are you going in? I’d like to be there to be a first-hand witness. It’ll make it easier to describe in my book and, let’s be honest, this is what the readers will want to know about.”
I suck on my bottom lip, thinking. “I have some work to do tonight, but I should be good to go for Thursday morning.” The time I’ve had in Dante’s basement allowed me to plan it all out. Two days will give me more than enough time to get everything done.
“What’s the ETA for the killing?” he says as if he read my thoughts. I might as well be truthful.
“Tonight, and tomorrow night. Thursday will be a fresh start and that’s why I’m heading into the station that morning.”
He claps his hands together. “Readers are going to eat that up.”
“Be there by eight and you’ll see what you need to.”
JackandBramstareat me with cocky glares, like they’re not afraid of me.
They should be.
They’re tied up in an abandoned warehouse. It’s the best I could do with the limited timeframe I have.
“If you wanted Sienna out of your life, why frame her?” I ask harshly, my spit flying into his face. I can hardly keep it together to talk.
“Sienna set herself up,” Jack snarls.
Bram, her father, shakes his head. “Sienna ain’t even mine. That’s why her mother was leaving me. For some asshole country cowboy who thought he could be her savior.”
“Don’t worry, we killed him, too,” Jack smiles, looking like he’s walking down memory lane. “I also have a confession, Bram. Sienna is yours. That cowboy never existed.” Jack looks to me, then Bram. “I know when I’m at the end of my life, I might as well come clean. I set all that up too.”
“You mother fucker!” Bram yells, his knuckles turning white as he grips onto his knee. He can’t do much else with how they’re tied up.
Jack is on a roll and keeps talking. “Everyone knew he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch Sienna. I blackmailed him over the location of his wife’s body, so I could finally be the one to shove my cock in her. The plan was to get rid of him after the wedding. I’m the one who cut you off on the highway with his bike, but you never finished the job like you should have. Do you know what happened when I almost died? This guy said the wedding was off, so I did the next best thing. I found Clayton McCain. By then you had already killed a third of our chapter. I thought I’d get rid of both of you. I told McCain where his wife’s body was and, well…you know who McCain is.”
I turn behind me to see Officer McCain hog tied with tape over his mouth.
I lean back into the chair and study Jack for any sign of a lie while Bram struggles in his bindings.
Holy shit. Jack Pierce set this all up.
I glance at my watch, wishing I’d made more time. I’d love to keep them alive for a month or so, but I only have a few minutes left.
“But why frame her?” I ask again.
“I wanted Bram to suffer as much as possible. It should have been me as president, not him.”
Ten minutes later, I had three bodies to dispose of.
Chapter 33: Max
Istandintheshadows across the street, watching the mayhem in front of the police station. I haven’t decided how I want to do this yet. Do I go in guns blazing, make them kill me before they toss away the key? Do I walk in proud and say, “Hey fuckers, it’s me.”? I suppose it will come to me as I go.
