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I press my forehead against his, my fingers running through his hair. “I love you more.”
“Do you two want to be alone, or can we go eat?” Cole asks, making me giggle against CJ’s mouth.
CJ pulls back to answer, but never takes his eyes from mine. “I’d love nothing more than to be alone with my cupcake.”
So sweet.
“But?” Cole adds, knowing his best friend all too well.
“We can do that after we eat.”
I start laughing, sliding down his body before we walk back to the car.
Today had been a good day—the best day. If only every day could be like this. If only we didn’t have to go back to Whithall, where life was a little fucked up. At least here we didn’t have to worry about a serial killer.
Alas, life goes on, and carrying on as normal is the only thing we can do.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The university is buzzing with fear over the death of Marie Fleet. Her body was found a few days ago, not far from the English building at the university.
Knowing she was with the killer for twenty-four days is something I can’t even think about. What that poor girl must have gone through.
Since finding out about it, Rosie has, somehow, come out of her shell. Whether that’s because someone else needed her, I don’t know. I just know she’s been there for her friend as she mourns the loss of her sister. She’s left the flat more in the past few days than she has the entire time she’s lived here.
Life has been crazy since.
I knew coming to Whithall would have its challenges; I just didn’t realise how hard some of the coursework would be. My English Lit assignment is starting to stress me out. I’ve found other topics to write about, but I’m not feeling it. None of the subjects I decided on as alternatives are giving me any inspiration. My mind keeps going back to the murders, mostly Christie’s.
Although, her murder does show a few discrepancies. First, she’s the only victim who was murdered that had blonde hair. All the others have mousy brown hair, or as close to that colour as you can get. She was murdered in her room and left, the others have been taken somewhere, killed there, then dumped near the university. None of it adds up.
Is it a copycat or the same person?
Nothing makes sense anymore.
I promised the others I would leave it be, but I can’t. At the moment, however, I’m at a dead end, so they’re getting their wishes.
I throw my paperwork onto the floor, which has CJ looking up from where he’s lounging on the sofa.
It’s late. We’ve spent the night eating junk food and watching movies. When CJ put one of his army movies on, I decided to get my coursework out.
“What’s up, Cupcake?” He sits up, twisting his neck side to side.
“I’m just finding this harder than I thought I would,” I admit.
He looks adorably puzzled. “Watching people shoot at each other?”
I roll my eyes. “No. My English Lit assignment. Nothing is adding up. I’ve tried to write about another real-life topic, but my mind wanders back to Christie.”
“Why Christie?” he asks, not arguing with me about still working on it.
I sit up straighter and turn to face him head on. “Okay, so I looked for ties between the girls who have been murdered. There are none. But that’s when I noticed their appearances are similar, except Christie. She had blonde hair. Do you think that’s weird?”
He thinks that over before shrugging. “It does sound weird, but it could just be a coincidence.”
I nod. “I thought that too. But when me and Jordan were talking about it, we came up with a theory that Christie’s death was premeditated. I know all of them are premeditated because it does seem like he selects his victims, but what if he killed Christie because of something she did? What if, after he killed her, it set something off inside him and he started killing other girls, girls who remind him of someone.”
He frowns, his forehead crinkling. He massages his temples. “If that’s true, what you’re describing is some mental disorder. That could actually help the police, Allie.”
