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JUSTICE
The cops are yet to get a handle on Copeland’s newest killer. They try, they work the case—and in their defense, it’s only been roughly fifty hours since the first body dropped—but with witnesses who can’t pinpoint a face for the sketch artist, and medical professionals who can’t point toward any particular supplier of the drugs being pumped into the vics’ bloodstreams, it’s no wonder this guy is still walking our streets.
I don’t like to involve myself. I don’twantto step outside the law, and I sure as shit don’t want another body added to my count. But this killer has a connection to these women, and the clock is ticking on when he’ll take another.
He’s the same age as the women he murdered. The same, or similar, racial profile. He comes from the same area of the city, and he works a job that likely requires a uniform supplied by The Stitch.
He’s a guy; of that, everyone is certain. He’s small; that’s another given. He lives in his mother’s basement; that one is an assumption on my part. And he has issues with women that lead him to punish them; again, an assumption, since I’m not qualified to make such a claim.
But just because it’s a guess doesn’t make it wrong.
It just means someone has to prove it.
I sit in the dark now, as women who fit the same profile as Kiera Chase and Kylie Bastion move around me. Couples drink. Others dance. Many make out.
Aubree Emeri isn’t here—but she fits the profile and could easily be the killer’s next target.
It’s not late out yet, but the weather makes it feel that way, and I know for a fact Emeri’s working a scene on her own right now.
While she’s out there in the cold, I sit in here and monitor those who escape the January snow by coming into a club instead. These women want socialization. They want to be around others. They want to flirt and play and touch.
Yet, as they move around me, they have no clue the men they do those things withcouldbe a killer.
I sip my short glass of water and work on blending in with the crowd. But my eyes remain on hands. Which one inside this place holds a needle? Which one is preparing to end a life?
It has to be tonight.
Itmustbe.
If the killer wants to get back at women, and if he wants his status as a serial killer solidified, then he has to make his move tonight.
The timer continues to tick down, and in the dark, I sit.
I watch.
I wait.
And I hope against all hope I don’t have to step in and end this because the cops can’t.
