Page 24 of Devil Inside: Green

“That’s the part that gets me. Where? He’s in different states. Maybe he might have had time to scout kill sites on his earlier kills, but they’re coming closer together now. So where is he doing it? He has to have a place to keep these women after he snatches them. No one is reporting hearing screams—”

“Fuck.” I wipe my hands over my face. “And the way he goes at them, they’d scream. I mean, unless they’re unconscious.”

“That’s possible, but since my mom was killed, I’ve done a lot of research on FBI profilers and how they come up with those profiles. The motivations of the killers.”

“So… light reading,” I tease.

She snickers. “When these killers torture, they want their victims awake because they get off on the fear. If they’re out, that part of the experience would be robbed from them. I mean, I’m sure there are exceptions, but I think we need to assume that this guy keeps them awake.”

I know he does. At least he kept Dela awake.Fuck. I turn away from Danni, dropping my hands to my hips and my gaze to the dirt underfoot, not really looking at anything, just not looking at Danni. She and Dela are night and day. As different as two women could get. I hear Dela in my head going off on Danni. “She’s a fucking cheerleader. I thought mysisterwas a goody-two-shoes. This bitch takes the cake. She needs to take her ass home. A biker club is no place for a cheerleader.”

The thing is, she’s wrong. Rae fits in. She’s a biker’s old lady and she fits. And Danni… She might dress like a cheerleader, but she’s smart, funny, and brave. I’ve spent enough time with her to know how her sense of loyalty works.

I smell her lotion right before I feel the heat of her body pressing against mine and she lays her hand on my arm. “You okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine.”

“It’s a lot, I know. Seeing these sites. They must bring thoughts of Dela to the front of your mind.”

“He used—” I have to clear my throat. “He used an abandoned house in the country with Del.”

“Dela is the only one where the kill site was located. I don’t know if that helps or not. Was her site a one-off?” She sighs.

“Don’t know.”

“Did the police get any calls about a woman screaming? Is there any abandoned barn or house, or any kind of building nearby that he could have used? Something not in town?”

“Let me call in. I can ask Sarge’s men.” I pull out my phone while walking back to the car, pressing the contact for Carter, one of Sarge’s Raider brothers. He’s the computer man.

Danni hangs back for a few minutes to give me space. She knows when to give it.Night and day.

“Green,” Carter answers.

“We got any potential kill sites in Durham?”

“That’s the thing, the way he goes at them, he’d have to have time to insulate the kill sites to keep people from hearing the screams or he has to do it away from other people.”

“But we know he keeps them alive for a couple of days.”

“Yeah, which means he’s not doing it outside. So where the fuck is he killing them?”

“You know…” Danni says behind me, startling me, and I jump, spinning to face her.

“That Danni?” Carter asks in my ear.

“Yeah.”

“Great voice. She as hot as her voice?”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” I snap and the fucker laughs at me.

“Right. I got it.”

Shit, I’m just giving it all away. “What do we know?” I ask Danni.

“Oh, I watched this show about a serial killer in Ireland—I think it was Ireland—anyway, the killer used a camper van.”

“A camper van?” Carter asks in my ear. “That’s smart. Put me on speaker so I can talk with her, too.”

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