Semua Bab Echoes of Desire; Dance of Deception: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Nathan handed me a stack of photos of the missing women. Each one had been vibrant and full of promise, and each had disappeared from the same club. My stomach churned as I studied the images, a sense of urgency setting in."Look at the timeline," he said, pointing to a board covered in notes and newspaper clippings. "They're all young, all pretty, and all vanished from the club. The similarities are too strong to ignore."I took a deep breath, trying to push aside my personal feelings and focus on the job. "Okay, let's go through the security footage again. Maybe we missed something."We spent hours watching the same clips over and over, searching for the tiniest detail that could lead us to Jessica. The club's lights flickered in a maddening rhythm, playing tricks with the shadows that danced across the screen. It was like watching a macabre dance of fate.As we studied the tapes, the rain outside grew more intense, the drops racing down the windows like a million tiny rivers trying

I gazed at Nathan, the memory of the tongue-thrashing he had given me still fresh in my mind. His words had sliced through the air, cutting me deep; a whip of accusation and disappointment.His words had been relentless, his voice rising and falling in a crescendo of fury."Brianna, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he'd roared, his hands braced on my desk as he leaned in close. "You're supposed to be the best! But you're out here missing the most basic of shit!""I-I'm sorry-" I'd stuttered.My words had cut off as he'd barked, "You're sorry?" Then, eyes narrowing and the muscles in his jaw popping, he'd bit out, "That's it? That's all you've got? You're sorry?""Yes," I'd whispered. "It won't happen again."He'd shaken his head. "You're damn right it won't! You're supposed to be the best, Bri. You're my right hand, and you're failing me. You're failing us. What the fuck is going on with you?"The accusation had stung, and tears had pricked the corners of my eyes as I'd murmured, "I'

The next morning, I stood, gazing out the small window residing above the sink. I'd done the same thing at least a thousand times, but the view never got old.As I watched, the sun crept above the tree line, showing the first blush of its morning face as darkness gave way to the light of a new day.Carrying the coffee mug I held in my hand to my lips, I blew on the liquid within its depths, before taking a sip as the curls of steam rose above the cup, brushing my lips, cheeks, and nose with their dewy breath.No sooner had the bitter brew hit my tongue, though, than its scalding temperature rushed across it, blazing a trail of fire in its wake. Swallowing Hell's liquid inferno, I gave a hiss and grimaced at the sting. Letting out a curse, I began sucking in air and flicking my tongue against my teeth, trying to cool the burn. Damn! I'd never claimed I was smarter than the average bear, but shit, I sure as hell thought I was smarter than this!Nonetheless, by my actions, I'd proven dif

Twenty minutes later, I'd finished placing everything I’d put in the tote back into my desk, and with leaden feet, I exited the building and headed to my truck. When I opened the door, I gasped, and as I gazed at the item on the driver's seat; my eyes welled with moisture. A single red rose set on the cushion, so fresh and new moisture still clung to its velvety folds. So not fair, I inwardly wailed. Then, spying a note beneath the rose, I hesitated before reaching for the slip of paper. Unfolding it, I read the bold script, "No matter how far you run, or how far apart we are, you'll always have my heart. Please, listen to "Gone, Gone, Gone" by Phillip Phillips and "I Fall To Pieces" by Patsy Cline."Damn the man!With tears in my eyes, I picked up the rose again, and carrying it to my nose, I inhaled its delicate fragrance. None had ever smelled as sweet and heady as this single bloom. Wiping at my tears as I climbed in my pickup, I gently placed the rose on the passenger seat and st

As the next week passed, I found myself very emotional. My mind was fucked. I needed to get my shit together.The case was still going on, the messages from the killer had stopped, but that was no consolation, we were no closer to catching him. I had to get my head in the game, had to focus, had to find this fucking asshole before he killed again.Nathan and I had avoided each other like the plague, not even speaking unless it was about work. The tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and I could feel the weight of our unspoken words pressing down on me.But then, one morning, everything changed.As I sat at my desk, staring at the cold, black screen of my computer, the message notification popped up. My heart stopped as I saw the number. It was him. The son of a bitch had made contact again.The message was simple: "I'm watching you, Brianna."My hands shook as I picked up the phone and called Nathan. "We need to talk," I said, my voice tight with fear.He was