Page 49 of Under the Bed

What’s mine?

My jaw tics. It infuriates me that this information went beyond the scope of my agreement with Jerome.

I’d offered him one kill in return for a batch of three photos, ongoing reports of her whereabouts, and a few other items I’d requested.

When I asked for another deal, for more photos, he said no. Told me I might get caught again once I was out, and he wasn’t taking chances on me. No freeloaders and all that crap.

Makes sense.

Infuriating.

I’ll have to go over to her campus and find out the rest for myself.

I could ask Shiloh, sure.

She might even open up to me. With enough torture, she’d be persuaded to tell me every single thing, just so the pain would stop.

I won’t do that to her.

I’ll save it for when her legs are spread. For when I’m fucking her hard and she’s begging me in that velvety voice of her.More. Stop.I don’t want this.

So sweet.

I’ll handle that as soon as I contact Jerome.

I pick up the burner from where I left it on the kitchen counter.

Me:Ready, set, go.

The response from my friend with bright green eyes comes in quickly.

J:I heard. Good job, you fucker.

Me:Got something for me?

J:Yes. I’ll contact you soon. Still need that syringe?

A strange feeling tingles my lips. A tug on the corners of my mouth. I’m not used to this.

Smiling.

It drops as soon as I notice it.

Me:Yes.

I text him the address of my new home and put the phone on the counter.

Halloween will be here soon. Technically, nothing’s stopping me from walking outside in the evening, wearing my mask.

Maybe I’ll do just that.

My brow furrows when the phone buzzes.

J:P.S. You need to see this. My sources tell me Daddy Talbot paid off the big news outlets to forget his daughter ever existed. Indies, however…

He attaches a screenshot from an article.

Vigilante and Serial Killer Escaped. Will He and the Girl He Saved Finally Reunite?

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