He didn’t have the luxury of being this careless.Fink was a professional, goddammit.What was he doing?
6
Sydney
Onceoutoftheoffice space and into the elevator, Sydney rocked back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet and pursed her lips.Millions of questions bounced around in her mind.Where were they going?How would they get there?Would she get caught?What would happen next?Would they do it again?
The sex or the murder?Surprisingly, she’d be all about either or both.
Energy she’d never felt before surged through her.Doing her best not to grin like a maniacal fool, she watched the floors tick down as they descended to the lobby.When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, they exited the lift hand in hand.She did her best not to look into the cameras monitoring the lobby.Instead, she snuggled up to her unknown lover, putting on a good show for anyone watching.
Considering they’d murdered a man and left him in his office, any detective worth their salt would check the security footage.That was probably why her co-conspirator kept her at his side.He could use her for an alibi and cover.Well, he hadn’t acted alone, so she needed him too.
Exiting the building, the crisp autumn night greeted them.She chuckled at a joke he hadn’t said as they passed the last bit of security and headed toward the parking lot.
First conundrum solved.Now they had a new dilemma.
“Whose car are we using?”she asked.
His jaw shifted as his black eyes scanned the lot.
There was no way they were natural.They had to be contacts.What color was underneath them?Would she ever find out?
“Did you drive?”she pressed.
“Yes.”
“Then we should take yours,” she offered.“I work here, so my car being left in the lot overnight after an office party wouldn’t be suspicious.”
He peered at her with obvious confusion.
“There’s a body upstairs,” she whispered.“The cops are obviously going to be curious.”
An audible exhale escaped him as he dipped his chin in a curt nod.Still holding her hand, he tugged her to the left.
Holding back a squeal and doing her best to appear calm, natural, and not at all rushed, she went along with him.This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.She probably shouldn’t be this elated considering she killed someone, but she couldn’t help it.
She felt alive, and this sensation was thanks to this random dude.
“What’s your name?”she asked.
They’d murdered together.She should get to know him.
“Obviously, you don’t have to tell me yourrealname.”He might not be comfortable sharing too much.This wasn’t his first rodeo.So she decided it was best to give him the option.
His silence filled the night.
“Do you have one of those cool serial killer nicknames?”she pressed.“I mean, I don’t want to assume, but I got the sense this wasn’t your first time.”
He gave her a sideways glance.
Was he annoyed?
“I wasn’t trying to insult you,” she offered.Was being a serial killer a bad thing?“I just meant you seem like someone who has a handle on what they’re doing.”
Rolling his eyes, he shook his head and pulled a fob from his pocket.
Turning her attention to the cars surrounding them, she tried to guess which was his.Would he be a sedan type of guy or an SUV?Maybe he was an unmarked van kind of killer.Then again, Ted Bundy drove a Volkswagen Beetle.
