Eight: Under My Skin
It was another typical Friday night in the thriving
beach city as people ducked in and out of the various
clubs, shops, and restaurants lining the beach, going
wherever the night took them. Perhaps no place was more
alive and pumping than the X-Austed Nightclub, a small
party joint nestled in the back of one of the alleys
dotting the Miami streets. It was where anyone who was
anyone hung out and its popularity was made obvious
by the procession of people lining up at least two blocks,
coming up with any excuse they could to get in.
the club, Chloe Saunders glanced up from her drink as
Kylie Minogue’s Can’t Get You Outta
My Head blasted through the speakers to the delight
of the clubbers. The young blonde had to admit the constant
thumping of the bass was beginning to get on her nerves
and she could feel a headache starting to blossom.
Chloe—you okay?” Sophie Dawson yelled as
she plopped in a seat next to her, two shots in her
hands. The contents spilled over the rims, but the brunette
paid them no mind.
took a long sip from her martini and shook her head.
“I don’t think I’m feeling too well.
I think I should head home!”
haven’t even been here for an hour! You’re
seriously going to quit on me now?” She threw
back one of her shots.
have an early casting with Stella in the morning. She’ll
kill us if we’re late and she’ll kill you
if you drag ass!”
I forgot all about the casting call!”
could you forget? Stella’s been ramming it down
our throats for the past week!”
and Sophie, not to mention a good portion of the patrons
in the club, were models with the DeLisle Modeling Agency,
a relatively small yet thriving agency run by Stella
DeLisle. For the most part, Stella was a great agent
to work with, pretty easygoing, except when it came
to a major casting. Then she was a bitch along the lines
of Janice Dickinson and Naomi Campbell, especially when
it came to those she felt were her star models, which
happened to include Chloe and Sophie.
slammed back her last shot and smiled at Chloe as a
hiccup escaped her lips. “Chloe, since when do
I remember anything that happened five minutes ago,
much less the past week?”
smiled. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
flashed another smile. “Yeah, I know.” She
reached over and grabbed her purse. “Okay, let’s
get out of here.”
didn’t say you had to come with me,” Chloe
said as she got up from the table just as Justin Timberlake’s
Senorita emanated through the speakers.
things,” Sophie said as they cut a path through
the mass of partiers. “One, I’m not going
to sit here and get wasted by myself and two, no way
am I going to let you get cast over me. Gotta keep my
A-game on, bitch.”
laughed as they finally pushed out of the door, Sophie
stumbling onto the sidewalk. Luckily, Chloe was able
to catch her before she face-planted onto the sidewalk.
“So, this right here isn’t you wasted?”
shook her head and covered her mouth to keep the bile
down. “I’m barely even buzzed, chick.”
rolled her eyes as she hailed a cab. No way in hell
was she about to let Sophie walk the few blocks to their
apartment complex. “Tell me that when you wake
up in the morning.”
the door as a cab finally came to a stop, Chloe pushed
Sophie in and followed right behind her. Giving their
destination to the cabbie, she sat back and glanced
at her friend who was trying in vain not to get sick
all over the interior.
is she gonna puke in my cab?” the cabbie demanded,
glancing at the two of them in his rearview mirror.
you continue to drive like my dead grandmother.
“No, she’ll be okay.”
better if you don’t wanna have to pay to have
this car cleaned.”
honestly don’t see how that would be an improvement,
Chloe thought as she took in the torn upholstery, dirty
floorboards, and grimy windows. Finally the cabbie pulled
up at the Sunshine Apartments and Chloe pressed a twenty
into his gloved hand. “Keep the change,”
she muttered as she helped Sophie out of the car. Anything
to stop your bitching.
as she closed the door, Sophie retched all over Chloe’s
shoes. “Sorry, Chloe.”
cannot possibly get any worse…“Don’t
worry about it.” Chloe cringed as she walked Sophie
up to her apartment. After making sure the sick girl
was settled in, she went up one level to her own apartment.
It wasn’t much to wink at, but it was still cozy
in a way that made it hers. Not to mention the good
deal she was able to get on it. Sure, it had its fair
share of problems, what with the hot water being unpredictable
and the air going out from time to time, but Evelyn,
the landlady, was always quick to respond.
her door, she quickly punched in her alarm code while
kicking her ruined Jimmy Choos off at the same time.
There goes the best three hundred dollars I’ve
ever spent… Gathering her mail from the floor,
she ignored the blinking light on her answering machine
and made a beeline for the shower.
twenty minutes later, she slipped into her pajamas and
turned in for the night.
The soft breeze didn’t carry so much as a whisper
as the wispy figure slipped between the crack of the
window and sill. It floated through the air, barely
detectable, seeking out its prize in the form of a young
woman sleeping peacefully in her bed, blissfully unaware
of anything around her.
luck, she would never even wake up as the figure set
out to fulfill its desire.
“Thanks a lot for the help, jackass,” Sophie
muttered to the retreating man’s back as he descended
down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.
balancing the two lattes in her left hand, she used
her other to push open the door to the lobby of the
apartment complex. “I swear to God, this is the
last time I go out of my way to be nice.”
be told, she felt like crap after last night with the
after-effects of the hangover ringing clear in her head.
She wasn’t sure how she made it out of her apartment
and to the local Starbuck’s without falling flat
on her face, but she did. Sophie figured it was the
least she could do after vomiting all over Chloe’s
shoes. Of course, a four dollar coffee didn’t
even come close to what she knew Chloe paid for the
heels, but then again maybe it would teach her not to
wear them when they went out to the clubs.
well…let bygones be bygones and let’s go
kick some ass in the casting today. Stepping out
of the elevator at the third floor, Sophie walked to
312 and knocked while trying to balance the drinks again.
up, Chloe, it’s me.”
on, I know you’re not asleep in there. Get your
ass to the door.”
pounded harder on the door. “Chloe!”
you hold it down out here?” A woman with pink
curlers in her silver hair holding a Yorkie opened the
door across from Chloe’s apartment. “Some
people are trying to sleep around here.”
turned around and flashed her million-watt smile. “Sure
thing, Mrs. Turner.” The woman gave her a final
hard stare before shutting the door. “Bitch.”
knocked on Chloe’s door again, but there was still
no answer. Placing the frothy drinks on the floor, she
dug her cell phone from her pocket and dialed her friend’s
number. After three rings, it went straight to voicemail.
this is Chloe…leave me a message.”
hung up the phone at the same time she remembered she
had a key to Chloe’s apartment in her purse. Fishing
it out, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, grabbing
the coffees off the floor. She quickly darted in before
Mrs. Turner could make another appearance.
seeing any activity in the living room, Sophie walked
towards the bedroom where a coppery, iron-like smell
assailed her nostrils. “God, Chloe—what
the hell are you doing in here?”
her gait, Sophie cautiously walked into the bedroom.
She barely had to get into the room to see the carnage,
the coffees dropping from her hands and spilling, adding
to the bloody mess. She let out a bloodcurdling scream
as she stumbled out of the door.
the life of her, Sophie didn’t know if she would
ever get the image of Chloe, sprawled out on the bed,
her skin flayed from her body, her blood-tinged blonde
hair framing her mutilated face, out of her head.
Two Days Later…
“Dude, I am telling you, this is so much better
than the last time we were here,” Dean Winchester
said as he flashed a smile at his brother.
rolled his eyes as an amused grin lit up his own face.
“Dean, we weren’t here all that long ago.”
know, but the last time there weren’t any hot
women in some very revealing bikinis…”
Dean’s voice trailed off and he held up his hand
in a wave as a couple of said-clad beauties walked in
front of the Impala, their eyes lingering on Dean and
the car. “Besides, the weather sucked out loud.”
dear God, shoot me now,” Sam muttered, taking
in Dean’s reaction to the “sights”
Miami had to offer. His mind immediately went to a cartoon
wolf, howling and panting, all the while dressed in
a zoot suit.
brothers had only arrived in Miami an hour before and
Dean immediately set out for the beaches, even though
they were supposed to be on a case. Sam was willing
to give Dean some free time, figuring they both could
use it considering the hard time Dean had had letting
Mia go. He knew it was difficult for his brother to
say good-bye to the girl but there just wasn’t
any other way around it. She was only being put more
at risk by accompanying them on hunts and it was hard
for Dean to cope with that. He never liked to see an
innocent get hurt so if it meant leaving her with Joe
for a while, then it needed to be done.
tried to hide the pain from him, but Sam could see it
clear as day. It was a shame Dean had to leave her behind
just as their relationship was beginning to blossom.
Sam couldn’t blame Dean for how he felt, considering
how hard it was for him to get close to a woman in the
first place. And then have to let her go…
you really be checking out these women considering you
left Mia with Bearwalker? I thought you two were still
slowed to a stop at a streetlight and looked at Sam.
“Dude, it’s not like I pinned her or anything.
I am free to do some sight-seeing.”
long as Mia doesn’t know about it, right?”
sighed. “You know what? I’m not having this
conversation with you right now.” He nodded at
Sam’s messenger bag on the floorboard. “Fill
me in on the hunt again.”
it kill you to pay attention the first time I tell you?”
smiled. “It’s called selective hearing,
Sammy. I only tune in when I want.”
I’ve noticed that.” Sam dug into his bag,
pulling out a few printed sheets he’d gotten from
the Internet before they headed down to Florida. “So
far there have been five murders within the past two
are the cops saying?”
blaming it on a serial killer, but they don’t
have the evidence to back it up, besides the fact all
of the victims were found in their beds, their skin
it be a shapeshifter?”
at least, I don’t think so.”
vics—do they have anything in common besides,
you know, the flaying?”
Sam shuffled through his papers until he came to one
with a few notes written in his hasty scribble. “Looks
like they were all models from the DeLisle Modeling
quirked a brow at Sam. “Seriously?”
do you know what this means?’
frowned as he tried to come up with an answer. Knowing
Dean, it would be something completely ridiculous. “No,
God, you really didn’t get into the whole college
experience when you were at Stanford, did you?”
Dean shook his head. “This means we’ll have
to get into the agency to talk to them, seeing as they
may know something. That means we’ll be up close
and personal with some very hot chicks.”
yeah…completely ridiculous. “Does your
mind ever stay out of the gutter?”
it’s in permanent residence down there twenty-four
seven.” Dean smiled. “You should drop in
risk drowning?” Sam asked. “I think I’ll
take a raincheck, thanks.”
telling you, Sammy, this is the kind of hunt we should
always be on the lookout for.”
we did that, you’d never get anything finished,
Dean. You’d be too busy gawking and drooling like
a dog in heat.” He looked over to see Dean’s
attention was no longer on him, instead focused on a
busty blonde rollerblading down the sidewalk. “Point
Dean asked distractedly.
need to—Dean, are you listening?”
I’m sitting in here, not out there.”
finally turned his head back to Sam. “What were
let out an irritated sigh. “I was saying we need
to decide how we’re going to go about this. We
have a couple of options.”
can either go to the police station or go to DeLisle
and see what they know.”
you know what I’m going to suggest.”
and I think we should talk to the police.” He
let out another sigh as he returned the papers to his
bag. “First, we need to see if we can find a motel.”
read my mind, Sammy.” Dean focused his attention
once more on the beach.
gotta be out of town, Dean, unless you’ve all
of a sudden come into some money I don’t know
pouted. “You mean we can’t have a beachfront
only view we’re going to get is of the distant
city lights if we’re lucky.”
Dean grumbled as he drove the Impala out of the city
limits. “Now the only view I’ll get is looking
at your freakishly tall ass.”
if you’re checking out my ass, you’ve got
some serious problems.”
friggin’ ha,” Dean growled. “Bitch.”
Dean figured he either had to be very stupid or off
his rocker to agree to allow his brother to drive the
Impala unsupervised. It wasn’t that Dean didn’t
trust Sam with the car—well, not entirely anyway—it
was the fear of being separated from his baby. An entirely
irrational reaction, yes, but one he could live with.
course, he found solace in the fact he would be surrounded
by hot models within a few minutes.
you will remember to get something accomplished while
you’re here, right?” Sam asked as he pulled
up to the entrance of the DeLisle Modeling Agency. The
bright white stucco building stood out in contrast to
all of the other red brick ones surrounding it.
I’m a professional. I think I know how to do my
smirked. “Exactly. You think you know
how.” He ducked when Dean tried to slap his head.
“I’ll check in with you later.”
please, take your time.” Dean pushed out of the
car and leaned inside the window to glare at his brother.
“If I see one scratch on this car, I will brain
worry way too much, Dean.” Sam pulled away with
a squeal of tires, leaving Dean behind to seethe at
the horrible treatment of his cherished baby.
swear, I’m going to end up killing that kid…”
Dean muttered, closing his eyes. Taking a deep, calming
breath, he regained his composure enough before turning
and striding into the looming building.
inside of the agency was tastefully decorated in a modern
décor. The stark white walls stood out in contrast
against the bright, lime-colored sofas and chairs which
were set off by the dark mahogany furniture. Chrome
glinted brightly in the fluorescent lighting, its dazzling
glare almost blinding as Dean walked in through the
up to the large reception desk, Dean put his best smile
forward for the snobbish-looking woman wearing a telephone
headset. “Excuse me, I—”
Modeling Agency…please hold.” She pressed
a button on the switchboard.
smiled and arched a brow. “Hi, I—”
woman didn’t fall for his charm as she held up
a finger as the phone rang again. “DeLisle Modeling
the phone rang and she repeated her earlier gesture.
this is getting old really fast. “Excuse
me, I just—”
phone rang yet again and before the receptionist could
finish her greeting, Dean reached across the desk and
disconnected the headset. “Do you mind?”
she demanded, icy blue eyes blazing.
I don’t.” Dean smiled, but it was now full
rolled her eyes. “I swear to God, you models behave
the same way, thinking you’re a gift to us all.”
thinks I’m a model…awesome! Wait till Sammy
hears this one… “Actually, I was wondering
if you could point me in the direction of Stella DeLisle.”
Thank God Sammy told me her name on the way here…
if you’re not a model, then you must be here for
the assistant’s job?” she asked impatiently.
frowned. “The assistant’s job?”
receptionist let out an irritated sigh, her stance clearly
stating she didn’t have the time or patience for
the assistant’s job.” Dean’s smile
became bigger. “Right—I am Stella DeLisle’s
bottle blonde looked him up and down, causing Dean to
do the same. Okay, so he didn’t look like the
typical assistant with his torn jeans, black t-shirt,
green button-down, and CAT boots, but if it got him
in, then he would go with it.
receptionist held out her well-manicured hand for her
headset connection and nodded towards the bank of elevators.
“Ms. DeLisle’s been expecting you—fourth
floor. It opens right into her office.”
handed the connection back with an impish grin. “Thank
you so much for your time. I’ll be sure to let
Stella know what an incredible help you’ve been.”
receptionist glared at him before connecting her headset
and returning her attention to the ringing phone. “DeLisle
Dean walked over and stood with a group waiting for
one of the elevator cars to come down and take them
to their destination. As he waited, he caught the eye
of a cute redhead and smiled to himself as she blushed
when he raised a suggestive brow. I definitely haven’t
lost my touch…
the doors opened and Dean followed to group inside.
He pressed the button for the fourth floor and stood
back, exchanging pleasantries with the redhead.
to the fourth floor, huh?” she asked, slightly
I have a meeting with Ms. DeLisle.” Dean smiled
at her. “I’m Dean.”
girl smiled back. “Gabby.” The doors closed,
leaving Dean alone with another man as the car continued
its ascent. The doors finally opened to the fourth floor
and Dean got out, a little caught off-guard by the circus
was the only way to describe it, plain and simple. People
rushed to and fro like chickens with their heads cut
off and it made Dean laugh a little. He wasn’t
used to this fast-paced activity and he began to wonder
if he had been a little stupid saying he was the new
you wanted to get up close and personal, Winchester.
It’s a little too late to tuck tail and run now
so suck it up.
one of the “chickens,” Dean asked for Stella’s
office and was pointed to a large room tucked in the
middle of the chaos. Passing a cluster of models, he
offered them a flirtatious smile as he strode for the
softly, he startled the woman bustling around inside.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you Stella
DeLisle, by any chance?” As she turned to look
at him, he was instantly taken with her beauty—with
long, raven hair and piercing green eyes that stood
out in stark contrast to the ivory skin of her face.
frowned in confusion. “Who are you? A new model?”
chuckled. “Uh, no, but you’re the second
person to ask me that.” He cleared his throat.
“I’m here about the assistant’s job.”
She sounded surprised. “I’m sorry, but…you’re
supposed to be a woman. At least, I think that’s
what the hiring agency told me.”
shrugged casually, silently hoping the actual hire wasn’t
about to walk through the door. “I guess they
made a mistake.” He hitched a thumb over his shoulder.
“I can show myself out if you’d rather have
a woman in here.”
waved him away, offering him an apologetic smile. “No,
please stay. I’m sorry—I just have a lot
going on right now.” She pointed at a plush seat.
“Please, sit down.”
took the offered seat and she took one behind her large
Plexiglas desk. “It seems pretty crazy out there.”
barked out a laugh. “That’s actually par
for the course around here.” Then she frowned.
“But, yeah, it’s a little crazier than normal.”
looked up at him narrowing her eyes.
sorry,” Dean said quickly. “I was just curious.”
shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t
be trying to scare you off…Um, I didn’t
manage to catch your name.”
Walsh.” He held out his hand and she shook it.
a nice, strong name.” She smiled. “Well,
like I said, things are a little weird around here.
In fact, you may want to get out while you still can.”
don’t scare easily.”
good because in this business, they will chew you up
and spit you out if they even sense weakness. Not to
mention scrape you off their fancy shoes like you’re
dog crap.” She glanced out her door and became
thoughtful. “I’ve just lost a few models
recently and it’s been a little hard.”
sorry to hear that. What happened, if you don’t
mind me asking?”
don’t mind. Hell, it’s been in all the papers
and gossip rags around here.” She returned her
gaze to Dean. “They were murdered.”
me about it.” She reached into her desk and palmed
a couple of pills into her hand. Popping them in her
mouth, she chased them down with some water. “I’ve
got the police here constantly because they somehow
think I’m involved, so business has been a little
would imagine so.” Dean frowned. “Why would
the police think you’re involved?”
if I know. I guess because all of the victims came from
many have you lost?”
I’m really sorry to hear that. I hope it gets
better for you.”
She fingered the chain around her neck and Dean took
notice of the charm hanging from it. It was a simple
heart design, alternating between white and pink diamonds
in a white gold setting. She stood up from her desk.
“Well, let’s see about getting you to work.”
followed her out of the office to another part of the
floor where a photo shoot was underway. Oh, this
day just keeps getting better and better, he thought
as he found himself in the midst of a lingerie shoot.
Two women were dressed scantily in lace underwear and
bras, posing for the photographer.
ladies! Keep up the energy for me!” He snapped
another shot. “Excellent work—it’s
photographer stopped at the mention of his name and
let out a long sigh as he turned to look at her. He
was a man of average height with close-cropped dark
hair with black rimmed glasses framing hazel eyes. “I
told you about interrupting my photo shoots, Stella.”
yet, I refuse to listen.” She smirked. “Imagine
turned and addressed his staff. “Everyone take
five!” Handing his camera off to a passing girl,
he focused on Stella. “What do you want, Stella?”
pointed at Dean. “This is Dean Walsh—he’s
my new assistant.”
looked Dean up and down. “Am I supposed to be
frowned. What the hell was it with these people?
To say that Stella and Marco didn’t get along
with each other would be a major understatement. There
was definitely something going on between the two of
like you to give him some things to do,” Stella
said, clearly irritated.
thought he was your assistant?”
is, but I have to step out of the office for a bit.”
sounds like your problem, not mine.” He waved
a hand around the room. “In case you failed to
notice, I’m in the middle of a shoot.”
will you just do this or not?”
He took a bottle of water from the girl who’d
taken his camera earlier. “But I don’t get
paid to baby-sit.”
you wait just—” Dean began but Stella cut
be back as soon as I can.”
watched her go and for a fleeting moment, he was tempted
to chase her down. Instead, he cleared his throat and
looked at Marco. “So, what do you need me to do?”
rolled his eyes. “Just stay out of my way, pretty
* * * *
Miami Police Department
Pulling up to the police station, Sam still couldn’t
believe the audacity of his brother. Give Dean a group
of hot women, especially if they happened to tie into
a hunt, and he was a happy camper. Dean acted as if
he’d never seen a woman before, knowing full well
he had one waiting for him back at Joe’s. Maybe
it was Dean’s way of coping with the loss, Sam
couldn’t be sure.
into the glove compartment, he pulled out the small
box containing their trove of aliases. Choosing one,
he was about to put the box back when a sudden, weird
thought told him to grab another one. He wasn’t
sure what made him do it, but he’d learned long
ago to go with his feelings. Placing the box back, he
got out of the Impala and made his away across the busy
street to the steps of police headquarters.
through the double doors, he was instantly bombarded
with pandemonium. Officers darted this way and that,
taking statements, booking criminals and dealing with
hysterical citizens. Quite a few sat at theirs desks,
filling out paperwork and answering phones while others
tried in vain to keep the mess organized.
tried his best to appear as if he belonged there and
attempted to flag down a couple of officers for help.
They either didn’t notice him or chose to act
as if he wasn’t there.
you need some help, sir?”
had to look down to see a short, pudgy man with thinning
brown hair who was peering up at him through black rimmed
glasses. “I was wondering if I could speak to
someone in charge of the DeLisle murders?”
you’re looking for Lieutenant Mason.” He
nodded to an open doorway nestled behind the myriad
of desks. “If you’re lucky, she’s
in her office.”
Officer, but luck has never been on my side. “Thanks,”
Sam said smiling.
little officer returned the gesture. “No problem,
kid. Just don’t come looking for me if she tears
you a new one.”
but not having the chance to ask the officer what he
meant before he scurried away, Sam walked through the
maze of desks towards the lieutenant’s office.
Coming to the open door, he rapped softly on the frame.
in her chair, a very attractive woman with long, wavy
brown hair and brown eyes held up a waiting finger to
Sam as she continued to talk on the phone.
I told you I would give you the story as soon as I get
it…No, I am not BS’ing you…You think
you could do any better? I didn’t think so…I’ll
call a press conference as soon as I find out anything
new…Yes, you’ll be the first one I call.”
Slamming down the phone, she put her head on her desk.
“Damn reporters—I swear they were vultures
in another life.”
swallowed nervously and cleared his throat to remind
her he was standing there. Her head shot up instantly
and she narrowed her eyes. “Who the hell are you?”
name is Sam Walsh.”
not a reporter, are you? Because if you are, I swear
to God I will toss you out on your ass so hard you won’t
be able to sit on it for weeks.”
God I grabbed that other badge before coming in here.
I guess maybe my luck is changing for once. “No,
actually I’m a behaviorist with the FBI.”
He pulled out his phony badge and flashed it at her.
“May I sit down?”
depends—are you here to take my case from me?”
nothing like that,” Sam assured her. “We’ve
been giving it a gander and they thought I might be
able to help you out and give you some idea of what
kind of killer you could be dealing with.”
Mason’s face finally softened and she pointed
at the chair across from her desk. “Have a seat
Sam sat down and pulled a small notepad and pen from
his pocket. “I’m sorry about not calling
it’s okay. I’m afraid I’ve been a
little uptight lately, what with the murders and the
fact my higher-ups are just looking for a reason to
sorry to hear that.”
shrugged. “It’s not your fault. It’s
just the way it is being a woman in a power position
on the police force. But you didn’t come to hear
me complain, did you, Agent Walsh?”
Sam, and believe me, the last thing I want to do is
get you canned,” Sam said and found himself meaning
it. He didn’t know what it was about the lieutenant,
but he found himself liking her, not to mention being
attracted to her.
appreciate that, Agent Walsh.” As Sam opened his
mouth to protest his name, she cut him off. “Sorry,
but I’ve got to keep some professional decorum.
So, what did you need to know?”
exactly can you tell me about the murders?”
sighed. “I’m afraid there’s not much—there’s
no sign of forced entry, no witnesses, no evidence of
any kind left behind.”
you’re pretty much at a loss?”
nodded. “It looks like it. The only thing we know
for sure is that there’s been five murders already
and I don’t see any signs of it slowing down.”
about the victims?”
you found any connection between them?”
arched a brow. “You mean, besides the fact they
were all models with the DeLisle Modeling Agency?”
there’s nothing else to connect them. We figure
this wacko just has it in for models.”
frowned. “You don’t seem too surprised by
shrugged a shoulder. “Miami is a city full of
beautiful people. Someone’s bound to resent that.
I’ve seen far more people around here kill for
argue with you there. The world is full of crazy people.”
telling me.” She leaned forward in her chair.
“So, what do you think we’re dealing with
supernatural… “Uh, well, it could be
like you said—someone killing because they’re
jealous. It’s hard to live in a place like this
and feel like you don’t fit in. This offender’s
M.O., it’s brutal, like he wants to punish his
victims. It’s like he’s working out some
kind of frustration and taking it out on the vics.”
nodded. “I’ll agree with you there.”
you have the autopsy report on the latest victim…”
He consulted his pad. “Chloe Saunders?”
stood up and grabbed her suit jacket from the back of
her chair. “I was actually on my way to get it.
Come with me and you can talk to the doc yourself.”
* * * *
Dean really hated the feeling of being used. Never mind
he did it to the female population on a regular basis;
it wasn’t the same as being someone’s “go-fer,”
completing mundane tasks he was more than sure they
could handle themselves. Yet another reason Dean was
thankful for hunting and the simple life it gave him.
doing pretty much nothing but sitting around as Marco
ignored him, he was now carting around lunch and delivering
it to the appropriate people. As the aromas wafted through
the air, teasing his nostrils, he wanted nothing more
than to find a closet and pig-out on the food, healthy
or not. Why the hell did I talk myself into this?
two models sauntered by, waving flirtatiously, he knew
exactly why he was doing this. The tiny voice in the
back of his head wouldn’t stop chiding him about
Mia, that essentially what he was doing was cheating
on her. Then again, it was like he told Sammy earlier:
He wasn’t pinned to her or anything—he was
only sticking his toes in the water while he was down
the too-healthy food to everyone—God, have
these people ever heard of grease?—he walked
towards Stella’s office to drop off her grilled
chicken salad. The door was standing slightly ajar and
as he lifted his hand to knock, he heard her angry voice.
don’t care what you think you’re doing!
No, I will not sit here and continue to be made a fool
of…No, I don’t think you’re listening
thought about stepping away, allowing Stella to have
her privacy, but what she said next had him reconsidering
not going to let my business—my life—be
run into the ground and I don’t care what it takes,
I’m putting a stop to this once and for all!”
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