Chapter Thirteen
Echo
His stupid grin and flirty banter were making me feel better.
I had just planned on going home after talking with Lisa’s ex, but after seeing Kevin’s stupid car parked in my spot, I just didn’t feel like working to squeeze the Camaro in the only spot left, which was next to a big-ass truck.
So I drove off, with no destination in mind.
Then I found myself in front of Asher’s bar, thinking I needed a drink, and then convincing myself that was where I should have one since he’d give it to me for free. But deep down I think I just wanted to be around him.
The two weeks spent together when he was bringing me back to life as a cat meant something, even if I wanted to forget the humiliation.
I didn’t like to get close to people. But Asher saved me. He took care of me, and I had to rely on him to live. I lay with him every night for the warmth of his body, but I also think it was for a connection with someone. A touch, a hug, even a warm smile.
His black hair was messy, and his sharp features were drawing my eyes to roam over his face. The rest of him was clothed in a sweater and jeans. He looked good.
Good enough that I was tempted to come out from behind my wall of solitude and let him kiss me again, knowing that maybe it would be worth it, but maybe it wouldn’t.
When my gaze moved back up to collide with his, we just sort of stared into each other. Me trying to decide if I wanted to let these feelings flow as they wanted to, and him waiting for my answer.
I was torn, going back and forth between what would happen, and did I want that connection with him that I felt growing between us? So much was happening lately, and I felt like a ship caught in the waves of the vast sea.
My lips parted, trying to find the right thing to say in this moment, when my phone rang.
I quickly answered it but kept my eyes on Asher.
“Cross.”
“Twenty-third and Broadway, the Gateway apartment building, unit 14 B. You’re going to want to see this, Echo. The victim has been sliced up and has two cuts on her forehead. It’s got the same M.O. as your parents.”
“I’m on my way.” I didn’t even let the chief finish before I responded and ended the call.
“The killer got another victim. I’ve got to go.” I stood, slipping my phone back in my jacket pocket.
“I’m coming with.” Asher was already shrugging into a leather jacket while turning off lights with his magic.
“Shouldn’t you be running your bar?” I asked as we walked to the door together.
“It’s a slow night.” He smiled, locking up with a flick of his hand.
I hadn’t seen his bar to be very busy lately, but I heard the loud music and chatter from his apartment as a cat, so I’m guessing it kind of came and went.
My hands were gripping the steering wheel like it was a life preserver as we headed towardBroadway. I wanted this killer behind bars so badly.
Asher didn’t say anything, but I figured he would overhear what happened with my parents, so I wanted to be the one to break the ice on that topic.
“My parents were murdered when I turned sixteen. Cuts all over their bodies. My mom had slices between her shoulder blades, and my dad had two slits on his forehead. Both bled to death.” I stared at the road ahead of us, trying to figure out the best way to get around traffic without breaking any laws.
“The same as Lisa,” he stated, and I nodded, even though it wasn’t a question.
“The murders stopped after them, and the case was very cold. For some reason it looks like he or she has chosen now to make a comeback.”
At least this time I was better equipped to catch the son of a bitch.
I was one of the best detectives in Seahill. If anyone could find a killer, it would be me. Especially as motivated as I was.
A warm hand touched my shoulder, and I spared a glance at Asher.
