Of course, I know why.I’m not insane.
Nothingabout what’s been happening on this island lately feels in any way settled. Just because I’ve been in a relatively good mood, that doesn’t mean things aren’t still completely fucked.
We can’t find Dascha anywhere. He’s just…gone.
Between my boundless connections and Kent’s private investigators, we’ve narrowed down that he fled the country—likely to Mexico. But we still don’t know exactlywherehe is, and it’s bothering me.
I’ll likely have to bite the bullet and just call Alexander. Not that I think he would ever in a millón años tell me where his son is, whether he knows or not.
Regardless, it’s an option. One I’m considering because I need toat leastknow where Dascha is, in case Russo decides he wants to come by for a visit. It’s never happened in thirteen years, but still…Better safe than sorry.
Another pain point is my newfriend… Dr. Lemuel Love.
Felix Darcey is becomingenamored. It’s pretty damn obvious when listening to their recorded sessions, and I’m worried that this impeccably professional,straight—quote unquote—doctor might not be as impervious to the charms of our sexy serial killer as he thinks he is.
Jonathan believes Dr. Love was involved in the madness that ensued in the prison two weeks ago, and as much as it irks me to agree, the evidence is hard to ignore.
He’s very unapologetic regarding his research methods. Whether it’s allowing Felix free rein to terrorize the prison, or allowing him into his own pants, the doctor has no scruples when it comes to that little psycho, and I can’t lie. It’s entertaining as hell to witness.
Still, I cannot allow my love of chaos to overpower the need to instill order on my island. So long as the doctor remembers who’s in charge here, we’ll be fine.
But let’s be clear… By no means was Love the only person involved in Felix setting Dash free. I’m still not convinced Joy Jameson didn’t assist in some way.
She was also in the East Wing around the time of Dash’s escape. In fact, she was the last person seen leaving the control room.
Could this have anything to do with the gap in the footage?
I’d be willing to place a large bet on it.
Steve Islo was purposefully negligent in operating the East Wing control room, that we know. He was too lenient… He was stupid, and because of that, he wound up a scapegoat in this matter.
Yes, I killed him. So what?
I had to killsomeone, and Joy Jameson was absolutely not an option.Thatwould have brought an all-out war, from many sides.
And yet, despite all of that,Joylessand her littleRookie Cookiestill came into my office earlier demanding I release my pet back tothem. As if he’stheirsand not clearlymine.
Jesus, the audacity.
My teeth are grinding my jaw into a persistent ache just remembering it. Howaffectedhe was by their presence…. Howmiserablehe seemed watching them go. And after he’d chosen to stay with me, no less.
It’s highly infuriating, and even hours later, I’m unable to get my mind to shut up about all this. Just lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling…
Wondering if I should go check on him… just to make sure he’s…
“Ugh.” I flop over petulantly in bed, eyes landing on the clock on the nightstand.
It’s just after three o’clock in the morning.
No hope of getting any sleep tonight.
Swinging out of bed, I rub my eyes, padding onto the balcony. I gaze out over the calm ocean, the quiet shore, the depth of forest, all of which are bathed in the pale glow of a large moon.
Possess all of it. Every inch.
Possesshim. Cage him and never let him fly away from me again.
At leasthimI can keep.
