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He laughed at that, and the vibration in his chest sent a shiver down my spine. Still holding me, he turned the black stallion around and slowly headed home. The sunset stretched our shadows long across the golden field until they overlapped and merged into one. I looked at the shadows, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into my head. "Actually… Maybe this isn't that bad." The thought terrified me, so I immediately nipped it in the bud. "Wake up, Summer Reed! This is showing symptoms of trauma bonding! He's a madman and a kidnapper!" I screamed to myself.

"Wrong apartment." He looked at Lin. Looked at me. Smiled. "Unless," he said, "this is the right one. Unless you're the ones looking for this." He held up a book. Red leather. Tattered. The notebook. Lin moved first. Fast. Not blind at all. She grabbed the kettle. Threw it. Scalding water hit his face. He screamed. Dropped the book. I caught it. Ran. Down the hall. Bathroom. Locked the door.

On the body of the case was a little note: FIGURED YOU’D LIKE THESE -X. My curiosity heightened as I tore open the case, and I gasped once I saw what was inside. Books- novels to be precise, all stacked neatly in the case. As I glanced through their titles, I noticed they were thrillers and horror genres, a bit of romance too. My toes curled in excitement and a grin spread across my face as I looked through all of them. I rolled my eyes. Of course, he’d figured I’d like them; he always figured everything about me.

I, on the other hand, trembled with rage at the sudden realization that he had an intimate history with this woman. “How can you call her a foreigner?” he asked with angst. Lilith gave a curt giggle. “I know that your story of her being carried off by irate runaway slaves and raised in the north is a lie. You came up with that north story because she cannot master a proper southern drawl. It was certainly convenient that a few slaves from the Sleuth plantation actually did escape to the north about that time. She may have been born in this time, but I am fully aware that you brought her back from the future and that she is not in the least familiar with our ways.”

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“Hurry up.” I stared down at them, transfixed, watching as the blood seeped out of their lifeless bodies. It was the longest I’d gotten to look at Six’s meticulous and deadly handiwork. It was the first time in weeks I was reminded how ruthless and savage he was. “Come on.” My hands shook as I blindly reached for my purse, his book bag, and suitcase. The ground seemed uneven beneath my feet as I dragged the suitcase behind me. At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance.

I still thought of Lyndon’s words about the prior murder case in Argao because I was there. I AM CURRENTLY reading CareLikeGoldFish’s work. The book is a mystery-thriller and even without romance, I couldn’t stop reading it whole because the scenes are so familiar, it’s like I’ve seen them before. Just like the scene where the main character shot his friend. It’s the same as what I saw there in Boljoon two months ago.

The sick bastard had left him alive even as he’d buried him, left him to die slowly so he would have time to think about how badly he’d failed. The faces of Blackwell’s other known victims played through his mind like a film on an endless loop, each one of the eighteen crying out for revenge. North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, New Jersey, New York, Long Island, Connecticut. He’d made it his career to follow Blackwell up and down the East Coast, transferring from department to department over the years.

Fisting my hands over the surface of the table, I said, “The only thing that will clear the misunderstanding is you handing Elias over to me.” My words brought his usual deviousness back. “There’s no handing him over. He killed my sister, so I tell you when we’ll torture him and you will come to join me.” It didn’t sound like a poor plan. “My men have been searching through his things. He apparently has connections with many people.” “He’s a manipulative bastard.” “I can see how much.” He pointed at the drive. “He was smart enough to keep proofs of all his business and negotiations through surveillance cameras, hidden cams, pen cams and so on.”

"Name it." "Three million... and I never see any of your faces again." I test the waters. The money won't be a problem. Kuznetsoc will pay any price to find the person responsible for pulling the trigger of the gun who shot his son and Lilith is the only clue to his riddle. It is the leaving part. He has been running the streets for over ten years. New York is his territory. His home. "Half the money and you leave the country." The grip on the glass his holding beneath his lips tighten.