but that didn’t mean he wasn’t involved. If he could get everything on tape, it would help with a jury trial later.
Crouching behind the Dumpster of the Japanese restaurant, he breathed through his mouth. After this morning, every nerve in his body felt alive. He’d never planned kills so close together before. It was exhilarating.
He’d always been so worried about planning—especially since he’d fucked up years ago and let one bitch escape. But that was all in the past and he’d changed his MO. If he wanted to kill someone every week or every day, he would.
No one was going to stop him.
He pressed his back against the brick wall when he heard the back door to the restaurant open. Someone grunted as they opened and closed the hatch to the Dumpster. Then he was alone again.
They wouldn’t be back outside for a while so he stood and stretched his legs. When he heard the door to the coffee shop next door opening, his entire body went on alert.
He peered around the Dumpster. His breath quickened when he saw Whitney.
She would be next.
She just didn’t know it yet.
A perfect blend of innocence and seduction. He couldn’t wait to taste her. In a small way, she reminded him of one of his first victims. Kamiko.
Not in looks of course. Kamiko had been delicate, petite, and she’d had beautiful bronze skin. Whitney was tall and blonde with ivory skin thanks to a cold winter. Still, she was barely twenty-one. Just like Kamiko.
Everything about her was young and firm. She was ripe for the picking and he planned to enjoy every inch of her.
An unfamiliar male voice caused him to peek around the Dumpster again. A tall, lanky boy probably the same age as Whitney leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette with her.
The timing to take her wasn’t right anyway. He waited until they both went back inside before jogging toward the entrance of the alley. Her time would come soon enough.
He stuck his hand in his jacket pocket and fingered Mallory’s shredded panties. Of all the ones he’d taken, these were the plainest. Plain, white cotton. Maybe it was fitting that something so simple would be number ten in his collection.
Slowing his pace as he neared the end of the alley, he nearly stumbled when he saw a uniformed cop looking through the driver’s side window of the truck he’d stolen. Without pause, he veered to the left and kept walking down Main Street. With his hat pulled low, he doubted anyone would recognize him. No one was out in this cold weather anyway.
At least he’d already wiped the truck down. Now he’d have to procure another vehicle, but that should be easy enough. He’d done it a hundred times before.
Chapter 7
Braden resisted the urge to slam his fist on the table. He couldn’t let their only suspect see his frustration. The only decent thing they had going for them was the fact that he’d read this loser his rights and Walker had revoked his right to counsel. His excuse for not wanting a lawyer was because he had an alibi for this morning. “Why’d you run, Daniel?”
He raked a hand through his spiked hair. “I already told you, I didn’t know you were a cop.”
“What were you doing with so much marijuana?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. You planted that on me.”
“That woman who was with me, she works for the Department of Defense. She saw me pull the drugs out of your pocket. Who’s a judge going to believe? You or us?”
“What do you want from me? It’s just a little grass. Can’t I make a deal or something?”
“First tell me about your relationship with Mallory Spinoza. And don’t lie to me. I know she broke up with you.”
Daniel opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. In response, he shrugged and mumbled something.
“I didn’t catch that, Daniel.”
“Man, whatever. I lost my temper once and that bitch won’t let me forget it. She didn’t really want to break up though. She’s just playing hard to get.”
“Hard to get,
Crouching behind the Dumpster of the Japanese restaurant, he breathed through his mouth. After this morning, every nerve in his body felt alive. He’d never planned kills so close together before. It was exhilarating.
He’d always been so worried about planning—especially since he’d fucked up years ago and let one bitch escape. But that was all in the past and he’d changed his MO. If he wanted to kill someone every week or every day, he would.
No one was going to stop him.
He pressed his back against the brick wall when he heard the back door to the restaurant open. Someone grunted as they opened and closed the hatch to the Dumpster. Then he was alone again.
They wouldn’t be back outside for a while so he stood and stretched his legs. When he heard the door to the coffee shop next door opening, his entire body went on alert.
He peered around the Dumpster. His breath quickened when he saw Whitney.
She would be next.
She just didn’t know it yet.
A perfect blend of innocence and seduction. He couldn’t wait to taste her. In a small way, she reminded him of one of his first victims. Kamiko.
Not in looks of course. Kamiko had been delicate, petite, and she’d had beautiful bronze skin. Whitney was tall and blonde with ivory skin thanks to a cold winter. Still, she was barely twenty-one. Just like Kamiko.
Everything about her was young and firm. She was ripe for the picking and he planned to enjoy every inch of her.
An unfamiliar male voice caused him to peek around the Dumpster again. A tall, lanky boy probably the same age as Whitney leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette with her.
The timing to take her wasn’t right anyway. He waited until they both went back inside before jogging toward the entrance of the alley. Her time would come soon enough.
He stuck his hand in his jacket pocket and fingered Mallory’s shredded panties. Of all the ones he’d taken, these were the plainest. Plain, white cotton. Maybe it was fitting that something so simple would be number ten in his collection.
Slowing his pace as he neared the end of the alley, he nearly stumbled when he saw a uniformed cop looking through the driver’s side window of the truck he’d stolen. Without pause, he veered to the left and kept walking down Main Street. With his hat pulled low, he doubted anyone would recognize him. No one was out in this cold weather anyway.
At least he’d already wiped the truck down. Now he’d have to procure another vehicle, but that should be easy enough. He’d done it a hundred times before.
Chapter 7
Braden resisted the urge to slam his fist on the table. He couldn’t let their only suspect see his frustration. The only decent thing they had going for them was the fact that he’d read this loser his rights and Walker had revoked his right to counsel. His excuse for not wanting a lawyer was because he had an alibi for this morning. “Why’d you run, Daniel?”
He raked a hand through his spiked hair. “I already told you, I didn’t know you were a cop.”
“What were you doing with so much marijuana?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. You planted that on me.”
“That woman who was with me, she works for the Department of Defense. She saw me pull the drugs out of your pocket. Who’s a judge going to believe? You or us?”
“What do you want from me? It’s just a little grass. Can’t I make a deal or something?”
“First tell me about your relationship with Mallory Spinoza. And don’t lie to me. I know she broke up with you.”
Daniel opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. In response, he shrugged and mumbled something.
“I didn’t catch that, Daniel.”
“Man, whatever. I lost my temper once and that bitch won’t let me forget it. She didn’t really want to break up though. She’s just playing hard to get.”
“Hard to get,
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