Monarch (The Monarch Series Book 1)

by Erik Fox

I know what it is. I tell him to shut up. I need a minute to think. Collect my bearings. What about his wife and Tommy? What about his cubicle at work? The pictures. “None of that shit is real! Tommy was never Jack in that play. Tommy doesn’t fucking exist. Neither does my wife! You talked to no one on that phone. I made all those voices and backstories up. You created those pictures with your mind, boss! That cubicle next to you has been empty because you always stick notes to its walls, and the whole precinct knows that you have two cubicles for your work. Not one. You are in so deep that you made me and my life real.” I think hard about what he’s saying. If Harken is me, why can’t I remember doing any of the Monarch murders? “You can’t remember because you’re asleep when I do them. And while you, the main personality, are in this body asleep, I come out. Why do you think you’re always sore? Why you’re always tired? It’s because even though you’re not in control of your body, I am. Do you know how much work it takes to cut a body into thirty pieces?”