He was the alpha predator, and women should be worried.
They were his target.
To hide his tracks, the arduous work of burying her body continued. He would, after all, make sure that her grave appeared to be untouched.
The dirt that had been disheveled on her burial, would look the same to anyone who came by.
Then, he would make sure she was prepped, and then safely placed where no one could get to her.
Because after all, she had a permanent space in his collection.
Tomorrow, he’d remove her skin, place her eyes, and enjoy looking at her.
But for tonight,The Grave Robberhad struck again.
And they’d never know what had happened. He was too good at covering his trail.
They’d never catch him.
But there would be more.
There always were.
So.
Many.
More.
And he couldn’t wait.
Finally, he was coming out of the shadows, and practicing was done. It was time to lure in the one he wanted.
The prettiest one of them all.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
Days Later
Holladay, UT
Just Outside Of
Salt Lake City
Same Location
Detective Tora Quinley was up to her eyeballs in stupid cases, and she didn’t think that was a coincidence either.
In fact, she was betting it was intentional.
Her boss was literally throwing the lamest shit at her, and she knew why.
He was a letch.
Oh, and he didn’t have a clue that harassing women to date them was wrong—apparently.
He hit on her, and she didn’t want anything to do with him because she was all about her job.
