Blind: Killer Instincts by Sidney Bristol

doing outside at two in the morning? Was last night some kind of game? An act? Disgust curdled his stomach. For a little while he’d thought they understood each other, but had he been wrong?
    He didn’t know what game Emma was playing at here, but he wasn’t going to be part of her file box of TBK memorabilia. Had she come to him last night to add more to her collection? Was that what he was to her?
    He honestly didn’t know.
    Emma waved goodbye to the Kelleys, hyper aware of Jacob at her back. He’d not said a single word to her during their chat with the elderly couple. Not a single word. Hell, he’d barely glanced at her, and could she blame him?
    This was bad. Really bad. She should never have come here. It was a horrible, awful mistake.
    And she’d known it—from the second she committed to coming here, she realized it was wrong.
    The Kelleys’ front door creaked shut and the second the door thudded into place, Jacob grabbed her elbow and jerked her around.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice was low, practically a growl. Last night this voice had urged her to orgasm. Now, she stared into the gaze of a man with barely contained rage. The tendons on the side of his neck stood out, a vein protruded on his forehead, the muscles at his jaw bulged from clenching his teeth, and his skin was tinged red. He let go of her as if she’d burned him, which for some reason hurt worse.
    She gulped and held up her hands. “You’re angry. I totally get that.”
    “Hell yes, I’m angry.” He loomed over her, fists clenched.
    She couldn’t tell him about the letter, not now that she’d kept it from him. The rest, she could tell him that. The truth was always the best policy, wasn’t it?
    “Jacob, you get what it’s like having TBK part of your life, don’t you? It’s something you can’t shake. I just—I just want to understand.”
    “Come on, we don’t want to make a scene.” Jacob paced down the drive, away from her, his gait stiff. He half-turned.
    She was parked in the other direction around the corner, but it was better to do what he asked of her. They walked down the sidewalk to the next house, the one that had been all over the news.
    “I own that getting involved with you right now is a bad idea. I shouldn’t have invited you over last night. At least not until we catch this guy. I accept my mistake, but then for you to show up here? How did you even know where it was?”
    Oh, she couldn’t tell him that. Not with his rage pants on so tight.
    “The house was all over the TV. Google maps gives you a street view of everything. News tells you a neighborhood. Number’s on the house. Just go street by street, putting in the number until it comes up.” Okay, so she’d done that once, the first time Derrick cheated to find out who he’d been with.
    “Fucking Internet.” He rolled his eyes and tipped his head back for a moment. “What makes you think coming here is a good idea?”
    “I didn’t really think. I needed to see it.” She shrugged. Being the center of Jacob’s wrath was not a fun place to be.
    “Seeing it on the news wasn’t good enough? You can’t go inside. It’s still a crime scene.” He gestured toward Howard’s house.
    Emma held her tongue and didn’t dare ask if she could see it with him. She already knew the answer there was, Oh, fuck no .
    “I didn’t know you’d be here. I thought I could come here, see the house, then the neighbors came out and invited me in once I told them I knew Harold.”
    “I thought you met him once.”
    “Yeah, I didn’t tell them that part.” Her insides squirmed. She hated Jacob’s anger turned on her. She didn’t even know the guy and he had his hooks in her. It wasn’t fair—not at all.
    His phone beeped and he pulled it out to glance at the screen. She resisted peering at it, but only barely. She might hate being the object of his regret, but this TBK copycat was all she could think about. While she might want to see