“Got it,” I said. “I’ll keep you apprised.”
O’Leary waved me off, the job taking its toll on him. I looked down at the message that came through to me with the address.
I grabbed my leather jacket and headed down to the garage where I’d parked today.
Once I looked down at the body, I knew instantly that it was her work.
She was back, and dropping bodies already. It was almost scary that she could easily sneak in and out of the city without alerting people. I needed to know what her endgame was, because I knew she would have to have one.
There was no way I could let her go free, even though it had been a fleeting idea if I could stop her from doing this over and over, it was ludicrous. She was a serial killer, and she needed to be punished for her crimes.
Sal had a sour look on her face as she looked over at me, while also giving instructions to her team. She made her way over to me after a beat or two.
“Is this her?” she asked me.
“I’m not totally sure,” I lied. “But it could be.”
“Why would she come back here?” she asked me.
“I don’t know,” I told her. That was the truth, at least. I had no idea why she would return. She had a clean break. There was no way I’d be able to pin anything on her and I knew it.
But she was back. Maybe some part of me wanted it to be for me, for her to choose me over her life of crime, but the realistic part of me knew it wasn’t.
She had unsettled business here.
I had to arrest her.
I had to obey the law, and I knew it.
“Are you good here?” I asked Sal. “I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“Kane…”
When Sal used my real name, I knew she was serious. She’d only ever called me Garrick unless she was pissed off with me.
“Just trust me, Sal, like you always have.”
She gave me the same concerned mother look she normally did when she didn’t approve of something I was doing before I headed back to my car. There was one person I could speak to that I knew would give me some clarity.
I got in my car and hightailed it to them.
Maurelle
“Why are you back?” Camille asked me as I paced her living room floor. Personally, I didn’t know why I came back, it was a pull I couldn’t resist. Was it Kane? Possibly, which only spelled disaster for me. I’d left him after our tumble a few weeks ago for a reason. I could feel the pull of the noose they’d certainly hang over my head getting tighter.
“I don’t know, Cami. I don’t understand, but I had to.”
“It’s him, isn’t it?” she asked. “It’s that detective…you like him.”
“Stop, Cami, you know that’s not what is happening here. I’m unable to love.”
Camille got up from her seat and came over to me, holding me still. Her hands on my arms as she forced me to look into her eyes.
Those same eyes she inherited from her father, but different to him, she was kind and he had been a monster.
“I didn’t say anything about love,” she said. “But it’s clear that he got his hooks into you. He’s a good man, and I know that because he’s helped me out. For what it’s worth, I think he likes you too.”
No kidding, I thought.
