"And then?"
I headed away and didn't look back. "Then my Tiger hunts."
Chapter twenty-five
The Red Riding Hood Collector
Nyomi
The helicopter blades cut through the air like the thoughts slicing through my mind.
Those photos that Kenji and Reo had shown me played on repeat. The violation made my skin crawl. But beneath the terror, something hotter burned.
Rage.
Pure, white-hot rage.
They wanted to kill me.
Or kidnap me.
Fuck them. How dare they?
Kenji’s thumb drew slow circles against my palm, grounding me, reminding me I wasn’t alone.
My heart hammered against my ribs, but my brain was already shifting gears—moving from panic to something colder.
More focused.
I wasn’t a gangster.
No gun skills.
No combat training.
No experience with violence beyond what I’d witnessed in Kenji’s world.
But I’d hunted before—just not with weapons.
I’d hunted with words.
Questions.
Patience.
The ability to read people and make them reveal themselves.
Kenji looked at me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this?”
Reo watched me too.
I nodded. "I've done this before, at least this time I’m not alone."
Kenji's expression shifted to curious. "What was the other time?"
Reo leaned forward slightly.
I took a breath. "Five years ago, I helped put a serial killer away.”
