Page 44 of The Professor
Cillian snorted.
“He was just a violent asshole then,” Mitch said. “Now we know he’s a killer. We gotta get him.”
Jamie shook his head. “Can you send us any shots you have of him, from MIT? I’ll get it circulated along with the one we’ve got.”
“Yeah, I’m guessing Oxford is his stomping ground, he hadn’t traveled far after we messed him up.” Cillian folded his arms, his knuckles pressing on his hard biceps. “Finn won’t want to miss this.”
“I’ll send it now, Jamie, to your phone,” Mitch said.
There was a pause, and then Jamie’s phone flashed. “Got it, thanks, Mitch.”
“Okay, be safe, I’ll let you know if I hear anything else.”
“Wait, Mitch, can you keep your guys away from Memorial Park at first light.”
“Make it six a.m. and that’s easy, shift change.”
“Cheers.” I hung up.
“Hey, Bridget.” I nodded at Jamie’s phone. “Would you mind taking a look at this fella?”
“If it will help you guys, of course.” She stepped up to the table, hips wiggling, and peered at the image Mitch had sent through. She pulled a face. “Yeah, that’s him, would know himanywhere.” She shuddered. “He’s got devil eyes, I swear, they’ve got death in them, like he hungers for it or something.”
“Yeah, well, he’ll be meeting the Devil soon.” I smiled. “Thanks, Bridget. Be safe, okay.”
“I am here.” She nodded at the alarm panel that was connected to each of their rooms. “Thanks to you guys.”
“We do our best.” Cillian stood, frowning at the picture. “He’s still got the remnants of the black eye I gave him.”
“Good.” Bridget shrugged. “I hope it hurts.”
Cillian set his hand on the small of her back. “Come on, I’m going to have a check around, I’ll walk you to your room.”
“Sure thing, honey.” She winked at him.
Bridget winked at everyone and called everyone honey. That was just her way. I liked her, a lot, and hoped that the accounting course she was plodding away at would soon see her on a new life and getting her son back from foster care.
“I’ll circulate the asshole’s image to Red Leather and Bred2Buck.” Jamie was tapping away on his computer.
“Good idea.” The two local sex clubs were regular contacts of ours. Opportunistic murderers and rapists often thought they’d get lucky there. “And drop a note to The Convicts, it wouldn’t hurt for them to know what’s going on.”
“You sure? We’re not on best of terms with those guys.”
“But they’ll want this guy behind bars or dead as much as we do. Your enemy is my enemy, which makes us friends and all that.”
“True.”
I stared out of the dark window and saw my reflection. My hair was messy and in need of a cut, my torso bare, and my shoulders were drawn up to my ears with tension. I sighed, reached for my phone again, and ordered two chargrilled vegetable pizzas and a pile of garlic bread.
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Chelsea
The day dawned bright, glowing through thinly curtained window.
I sat, and my arm bumped warm flesh.
Andrew was asleep at my side. He grumbled and moved closer, nestling his face on my shoulder.
