Amelia.
He had lusted after her from the time he’d been old enough to know the meaning of lust. He closed his eyes and felt her tender touch on his skin. Felt her lips touching his.
Felt her body opening up to him. His thick cock sliding into her. Pumping hard, thrusting over and over until they came.
A medicine cart clanged against a wall, and footsteps pounded the floor. Loud voices and shouts erupted from the end of the hall leading toward the lockdown unit, which held the most dangerous patients.
Seven had been there before they’d moved her to the psychiatric unit in the prison. Word was that she was being transferred back to the sanitarium.
That a special new doctor was coming in to treat her, to see if they could reverse the damage done to her mind.
Was there a way to reverse it?
And if so, could it erase the twisted thoughts in his own head?
A middle-aged nurse with a scowl on her face raced toward the area where the alarms were pealing. She reminded him of Ester Banning and the others who’d tortured him and Amelia.
If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up dead, too.
Chapter Twelve
R afe and Liz left Lieutenant Maddison and his team to finish processing the area where the victim had been found. As with Ester Banning, the woman had been murdered someplace else and her body dumped into the creek.
If they found the original crime scene, they might learn more about their killer. But that was difficult to do at the moment, with so little to go on.
The killer had an altered genetic structure .
They needed a DNA sample from Truitt for comparison.
That was a lead, Rafe reminded himself, as he and Liz drove toward HomeBound.
Twenty minutes later they entered the office. A friendly redheaded receptionist greeted them. “We need to speak to Mr. Samson.”
“Just a minute.” She pressed an intercom and announced their arrival.
“I’ll be with them in a second,” Samson said.
“How long have you worked here?” Rafe asked the young woman.
She picked at the end of a fake nail. “I just started last week.”
Liz flashed a photo of the latest victim that she’d taken with her camera. Although she had close-up shots of the woman’s mangled face and eyes, she’d taken this shot with the woman’s eyes closed to camouflage her injuries. “Do you recognize this lady?”
The redhead gasped. “Oh, my God, is she dead?”
“Yes—do you know her?” Rafe asked.
The receptionist shook her head. “No. Who is she?”
“That’s what we’re trying to determine,” Liz answered. “Her body was found earlier, and we need to identify her.”
“Did you know Ester Banning?” Rafe asked.
Eyes wide, she shook her head again. “No, but I saw her picture on the news.”
Rafe studied her face. “We think the two deaths may be related.”
“What’s going on?” Samson asked from the doorway leading back to his office.
Rafe explained about finding another victim, and Liz showed him the picture. “Do you recognize her?”
“No—should I?”
“We thought she might have worked for you.”
Rafe reminded himself that they had to keep the MO and other details of the crimes quiet, to weed out the crazies who inevitably called in false leads and information.
“She didn’t work for HomeBound,” Mr. Samson said. “It’s unfortunate that the Banning woman was associated with us. When I came on board, I made it a point to carefully check applicants’ references. I understand the dangers of the health care business, and want to provide quality care for our patients.”
“Except that you hired Ester Banning,” Liz said softly.
Samson’s brown eyes flickered with irritation. “I told you we were still checking her references.”
“Actually I did discover something,” the receptionist said meekly. “When I called Dr. Lowens, a psychiatrist who was one of Ester Banning’s references, I found out that he died ten years ago. According to the nurse I spoke with, Ester Banning never worked for
He had lusted after her from the time he’d been old enough to know the meaning of lust. He closed his eyes and felt her tender touch on his skin. Felt her lips touching his.
Felt her body opening up to him. His thick cock sliding into her. Pumping hard, thrusting over and over until they came.
A medicine cart clanged against a wall, and footsteps pounded the floor. Loud voices and shouts erupted from the end of the hall leading toward the lockdown unit, which held the most dangerous patients.
Seven had been there before they’d moved her to the psychiatric unit in the prison. Word was that she was being transferred back to the sanitarium.
That a special new doctor was coming in to treat her, to see if they could reverse the damage done to her mind.
Was there a way to reverse it?
And if so, could it erase the twisted thoughts in his own head?
A middle-aged nurse with a scowl on her face raced toward the area where the alarms were pealing. She reminded him of Ester Banning and the others who’d tortured him and Amelia.
If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up dead, too.
Chapter Twelve
R afe and Liz left Lieutenant Maddison and his team to finish processing the area where the victim had been found. As with Ester Banning, the woman had been murdered someplace else and her body dumped into the creek.
If they found the original crime scene, they might learn more about their killer. But that was difficult to do at the moment, with so little to go on.
The killer had an altered genetic structure .
They needed a DNA sample from Truitt for comparison.
That was a lead, Rafe reminded himself, as he and Liz drove toward HomeBound.
Twenty minutes later they entered the office. A friendly redheaded receptionist greeted them. “We need to speak to Mr. Samson.”
“Just a minute.” She pressed an intercom and announced their arrival.
“I’ll be with them in a second,” Samson said.
“How long have you worked here?” Rafe asked the young woman.
She picked at the end of a fake nail. “I just started last week.”
Liz flashed a photo of the latest victim that she’d taken with her camera. Although she had close-up shots of the woman’s mangled face and eyes, she’d taken this shot with the woman’s eyes closed to camouflage her injuries. “Do you recognize this lady?”
The redhead gasped. “Oh, my God, is she dead?”
“Yes—do you know her?” Rafe asked.
The receptionist shook her head. “No. Who is she?”
“That’s what we’re trying to determine,” Liz answered. “Her body was found earlier, and we need to identify her.”
“Did you know Ester Banning?” Rafe asked.
Eyes wide, she shook her head again. “No, but I saw her picture on the news.”
Rafe studied her face. “We think the two deaths may be related.”
“What’s going on?” Samson asked from the doorway leading back to his office.
Rafe explained about finding another victim, and Liz showed him the picture. “Do you recognize her?”
“No—should I?”
“We thought she might have worked for you.”
Rafe reminded himself that they had to keep the MO and other details of the crimes quiet, to weed out the crazies who inevitably called in false leads and information.
“She didn’t work for HomeBound,” Mr. Samson said. “It’s unfortunate that the Banning woman was associated with us. When I came on board, I made it a point to carefully check applicants’ references. I understand the dangers of the health care business, and want to provide quality care for our patients.”
“Except that you hired Ester Banning,” Liz said softly.
Samson’s brown eyes flickered with irritation. “I told you we were still checking her references.”
“Actually I did discover something,” the receptionist said meekly. “When I called Dr. Lowens, a psychiatrist who was one of Ester Banning’s references, I found out that he died ten years ago. According to the nurse I spoke with, Ester Banning never worked for
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