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Taking a deep breath, I press my glove against the handle, pushing down and slipping inside. The alarm starts to beep, alerting me of the impending siren about to go off. I enter the four-digit code, knowing it by heart, my heart slowing the moment it blinks green.
I slide back, shifting my body until my shoulders are flush with the wall. Glancing through the dark home, I listen for any noise, to the silence, knowing by day, it’s bustling with people.
I stay near the wall as I head toward the stairs. A low light shines from up above, and I make my way to the second level, keeping quiet, moving slowly, my breathing silent as I head upstairs. Once I reach the landing, I follow the light to the master bedroom.
The sounds of the shower have me smirking, and I grip my knife tighter as I make my way into the master bedroom. I glance toward the bed, seeing a sleeping body still underneath the covers. I quickly walk through the bedroom and toward the bathroom.
The bathroom door is cracked open, and I press my fingers against the wooden door, slipping through the crack, my back sliding against the wall.
A low humming comes from the shower, and I know the man who stands behind there is getting ready for another day of being a fucked-up human. Another day of cover-ups, another day of corrupt dealings.
That day will never come.
My boot presses against the floor, and I step away from the wall, heading toward the glass-enclosed shower.
I can see his naked ass, barely visible through the distorted, fogged-up shower wall, and my face twists beneath my mask.
Another step, and he senses me, turning around.
“Hello?”
I stop in place, staring at him. He tilts his head to the side, and I take another step forward. And another, and finally one more, until I’m directly on the other side of the glass door.
My hand goes out, and I pull on the handle of the door, letting the foggy air escape, and the cool air to seep in. His body tenses, goosebumps littering his hairy, exposed flesh.
As I stare at Lakyn’s father, I know today will be his last day. The man who covered up the murder his daughter caused, and countless other corrupt and evil doings, he doesn’t deserve to live another second. He has paid off so many police officers and people in his life; he is as horrible as they come.
Though, who am I to speak? I kill because I want to.
“Who are you?” he asks, fear in his voice.
“The man who will finally knock you to your knees,” I say, my voice distorted.
“You’re the slasher. That masked murderer.” He swallows audibly, stepping back until his back hits the wall. His flaccid cock swings back and forth, and I can’t bring myself to look at it. Fucking disgusting.
“In the flesh,” I growl.
His hands swing in front of him. “I will give you anything you want. You want money? Name your price. I will give you anything.”
“I want nothing but to cover this bathroom with your blood,” I say simply.
His face grows pale, and he suddenly looks years older than his age. Steam billows around him like a cloud, and trembles so violently I wonder if he’s more cold than hot, even as the warm water pelts his skin.
“There has to be something you want, right? Name it, and it’s yours.”
“No,” I growl.
He narrows his eyes. “Does this have anything to do with my daughter? Are you Lakyn?” His eyes widen, as if he suddenly thinks I’m his own daughter. “Or perhaps she put you up to this.”
I let out a chuckle. “I can assure you, I am not Lakyn, and she has no idea I’m here.”
“Though, you are here because of her. For what she’s done, right? I know what she’s done.”
My head tilts to the side. “And yet you didn’t say a word.”
“I will,” he spits between his teeth. “I’ll go to the cops and tell them everything.”
“It’s too late for that, Barnett.”
