Chapter Four
Chad had drilled intoRomeo the importance of wearing gloves when driving their ghost car.
The door handle, both externally and internally, the steering wheel, seatbelt clip and the gear stick would be dusted if it ever came under suspicion, and Romeo’s prints were on the police data base.
He had to be careful in a way he hadn’t needed to be when he was ‘The Countdown Killer’.
Chad had also grown frustrated over Romeo’s lack of disguise on the rare occasions he left the house.He kept a black full-length parka, a blue cap, and a pair of prescription free glasses on the seat and was ordered to wear them whenever he ventured out.
Although witnesses had seen Romeo around their missing victims’ houses, they’d been unable to give a useful description.
He was a large man wearing gloves, dressed in mainly black with a cap pulled low over his forehead and his hair tied up so the length was indistinguishable.
The glasses were an added addition.Sunglasses would’ve been noticeable, even some thick frames drew the eye, Romeo’s were thin wire frames that were unflattering on his face.
He pulled into the multistory parking ramp at St John’s hospital and used the first space available.There was nobody lingering nearby, and he flew from the car, slamming the door shut before breaking out in a run to get to the front doors of the hospital.
Don’t take any unnecessary risks.
Chad’s voice was sharp, clipped in Romeo’s head and it yanked him to a stop.
He eyed the closest camera, pointing at the double doors to the hospital.
There would be more cameras inside ...people, Ally and Josh.
But Chad...
Romeo scrunched his face, taking a step closer.He dug his nails into his palms, eyeing the door.
“Damn it.”
He changed direction, strolling away from the entrance to accident and emergency.
Chad was inside.
And Romeo had to walk away.
He circled the hospital complex at a distance, always staring at the building until another thought crept into his head.
A trap.
We’d be more likely to lure the suspect into a trap rather than attempt to apprehend them in their own home.
What if the police had Chad, if Josh had worked it all out and had laid a trap for Romeo, one he’d driven straight into without any thought.
He turned sharply on his heels, heading back the way he’d come.
A second later, Romeo’s phone began to ring with Josh’s number flashing on the screen.
He covered his mouth when he answered, trying to be discreet.
“Where are you?”Josh asked.“Are you almost here?”
“I’m close.”
Josh exhaled.“Good.”
