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When I told my friends about my desire to get my own place, that I was thinking of renting an apartment in a run-down area in the city, Michael found out and nixed that idea real fast. He bought me a home instead, under an hour from my parents. Which, of course, thrilled them and is why they absolutely adore that man.
I’m grateful to both Elsie and Michael for what they did for me, and I intend to pay them back every penny, even though Michael vows to give it right back to me.
I’m where I’m supposed to be in my life right now. I’ve come to accept that, thanks to my therapist. More or less…
“They found another body last night,” I say in almost a whisper, my heart racing right out of my chest.
This killer needs to be stopped. Someone has to put an end to him. Too many innocent women have been killed by his hand.
The newest victim was only twenty-three, bright future as a lawyer, engaged to be married, when she was taken while running in Central Park. She was found three days later—face mutilated, raped, with something carved into her body. The killer does thatto all his victims. Slices his signature into them like they’re his property.
The police won’t tell the public exactly what he carves, probably afraid of a copycat. But that’s how they’ve connected the murders.
“They’ll find him.” Dr. Collins’s comforting voice does nothing to soothe me. “Just stay vigilant, and maybe think about going back to your parents’ for the time being.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m tired of having my life implode because of these people. I’m gonna stay exactly where I am.”
He purses his mouth and lets out a deep exhale. “I got my wife one of those watches that can call the police and alerts me of her location. Maybe get one of those and some pepper spray too.”
“Don’t worry, Doctor. I’ve got lots of pepper spray.”
Pretty sure that would be useless against people like that.
But I don’t say that to him. What’s the point? He’ll never get it.
My mind goes back to that poor girl, the madman’s fourth victim.
There’ll be more.
There always is.
Whoever this killer is, he’s vicious. Cruel. And he won’t stop.
Because monsters don’t know how to.
Not until someone does it for them.
CHAPTER TWO
ADRIEL
He struck again.The Midnight Murderer. That’s what the news calls him because the time of death is always around twelve.
But me? I call him a coward.
Who else would kill young women? They can’t defend themselves against him. He overpowers them, violates them, takes their lives slowly and painfully.
He butchers them while they’re still alive. Cuts a star onto their abdomen, like some kind of branding. I have no idea why, but I intend to find out. I will know everything about him.
I bet he enjoys every moment of his sick game. Likes to watch them as he cuts into them.
I know the type of animal he is. Sick. Depraved. A devil in human flesh. And when I find him, I will take his rotting soul and I will feed it to the devil.
In the multi-room basement of my two-story home, I stare at one of my large computer screens in the security room, which I keep locked. Can never be too careful. The other rooms down here look like regular bedrooms, plus a living room. No one would even suspect what I have here.
Hacking into some police files, I attempt to find more evidence the cops may be too blind to decipher.
When I find the killer, I’ll enjoy taking his life. I’ll do to him what he’s done to them.
