Page 102 of Killing Mind
‘Well, thanks for your time,’ she said, offering her hand.
He shook it in return. ‘You know, I really hope you find who is responsible for these murders.’
‘Oh, we will,’ she assured him.
He nodded and headed for the door. The two females behind the counter watched him go.
Kim waited for five seconds before getting to her feet. ‘Be back in a minute,’ she said to Bryant over her shoulder.
Did he really think she was as green as she was cabbage-looking?
As she stepped outside the door she saw him disappear around the hairdressers on the corner. There was a small car park fifty metres down.
She stayed behind him by a good thirty metres allowing other shoppers to get between them. His height ensured he didn’t blend into the crowd. Okay, so he wouldn’t give them his name, but his car had to be registered to someone and from that information they could follow a trail. She was surprised he hadn’t worked that out.
Suddenly he took a sharp left into a small side street that led back onto the main road.
‘What the…’ she said, speeding up.
She reached the corner just in time to see the man folding himself into a cab.
Damn it. He had given it thought after all.
Fuck it, she thought realising she wasn’t giving this man enough credit. Everything really was on his terms.
She seethed. She would find him. She was now more determined than ever.
‘Well?’ Bryant asked, as she got into the car.
‘He got a taxi.’
‘Clever guy. So, where to now?’
Kim held up her finger as she received a text message from Tiff.
She read it and then looked at her colleague.
‘Well, I wasn’t expecting that.’
Eighty-Two
Tiff entered the bedroom with Jake’s words still swirling around her brain. Could it be as easy as just letting go of her expectation of change? There was something exhilarating in the notion that she had the power to lessen the effect of other people’s actions on her by simply caring less.
‘Good chat?’ Britney asked, with a smile that by now Tiff could tell was forced.
‘Yeah, it was actually. Jake gave me a lot to think about.’
‘Yes, he can do that. It’s why we all listen to him. He knows the workings of the mind so well.’
Tiff smiled as she saw a change of clothes piled neatly on her bed. She’d been wearing the same jeans and sweater since the day before.
‘Ooh, lovely. I’ll grab a quick shower and get changed.’
‘Great, we’ve got open chat this evening and I’d love for you to come along.’
‘What’s that?’ she asked.
‘As many people who want to come along to the great hall and open up about how they’re doing and how they’re feeling. It’s a great opportunity to meet some of the others.’
