Page 42 of Some Saviors Can Break You

“With what?” It was unlikely he was here to rape her because if he had been he would have gone after her when she was in bed, asleep, and vulnerable.

“Your case.”

Case?

So he knew she was a cop.

That meant this wasn't some random break-in, he’d deliberately targeted her because of her profession, and she had to wonder if this was about the Dumpster Killer case. Was this the killer she and Jake had been hunting? Someone had been watching her apartment the other morning, was it this man?

“Which case?” she asked, if this was the killer then she wanted to get him talking.

“You know. You're close, you know it was him who nearly ran you down the other night, and the sketch that was shown on the news is him, he’s an electrician, his name is Michael Stypes.”

Michael Stypes?

He was one of the two top suspects on their list, she and Jake had looked into him and another man yesterday, they’d planned to go and speak with him today.

How did this man know that?

How did he know she’d nearly been run over?

Was he following her?

Who was he?

There was no way that he could have known about the car that nearly hit her unless he had been there, so he was either one of the people interviewed as a witness or the one driving the car.

Could this be the killer?

Was he trying to throw her off, get her to look at someone else so she wouldn’t look at him? But if he was, then how did he know the name of one of their suspects?

“Are you Michael?” she asked.

“No, of course not. But you need to go and pick him up before he kills again.”

“How do you know it’s Michael? How do you know about the car?”

“You’re welcome,” he said pointedly.

Sensing that he was relaxing, he’d told her what he wanted to say, and now he was going to make his move. Whether that was to leave or to kill her she wasn't waiting around to find out.

She lifted her leg and kicked sideways, connecting squarely with his kneecap.

The man grunted in pained surprise and his grip on her loosened.

Taking advantage, Florence threw her head back, connecting with his chin and by the pain that ricocheted around her head, she knew she had hurt him.

Twisting enough that she could get her arms free she raked her fingernails down his arm, hoping that she could get a cleanDNA sample for whoever found her body if she didn't make it out of this alive.

Using her cast to her advantage, she swung it at his face and slammed it into him.

Pain lanced through her wrist, but she ignored it and swung at him again.

“Stop,” the man hissed. “I told you I don’t want to hurt you, but if you won't stop, you're not giving me any choice.”

There was no way she was stopping.

Obviously sensing this, the man delivered his own blow to her head, connecting with her temple and making her see stars. He hit her a second time, then a third, and a fourth, and by then her head was swimming so badly that she didn't have a chance at fighting back.

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