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Not unless the protégé was a child.
I want to question her. To keep her here until I figure out what it is about Freya that has my profiler sense on high alert.
For some reason this woman provokes more emotions in me than I’ve felt in years and emotions do nothing but cloud judgement.
but I broke laws to get where I am, and I can’t give up my position as detective. It’s the best chance I have to catch The Cross-Cut Killer.
It’s not that I don’t empathize, it’s that I feel everything too much. I can’t handle the intensity without internalizing the emotion myself. So, I shut it out.
But is it really much of a surprise that the daughter of a serial killer would spend her whole life trying to be good?
“I thought the working theory was that he retired after his daughter died?”
my father has killed again, in the very state I’m living in,
“I say we keep her.”
“Keep me? I’m not a dog.”
“True, you’re more like a kitten. All ginge...
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“Do either of you have a professional bone ...
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“Sure, I’ve got a bone. Do you want to taste it?”
HAHAHAAH
“I haven’t unearthed her real identity yet, but Freya Danvers is an 86-year-old-woman who, according to her grandson, died six years ago.”
“I’m arresting you on suspicion of criminal impersonation and perjury.”
“If you’re as smart as they say you are, why haven’t you caught him yet? Why haven’t you caught the Cross-Cut Killer?”
I sigh and get to work picking the lock on the cuffs. I can’t go to prison. I have a promise to keep.
“Who is she?”
“Angelica Maxwell.”
“As in Arthur Maxwell’s d...
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“You think she’s trying to catch her father?”
The thin crosses cut into her chest. Twenty-three of them. One for every year I’ve lived.
As far as I am aware my father hasn’t killed a single person since I faked my death.
It was a message. He knows I’m alive.
My vision blurs and I fall into a flashback.
I rock back and forth, hugging my knees until Agent Park appears in front of me.
“Freya, look at me,”
“You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you.”
“I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“I think you were the one to leak Arthur Maxwell’s identity to the police after you faked your death.”
“I’ll tell you what I know on two conditions. No jail time and I want in on the investigation.”
“And Freya,” he says quietly, “if I were going to spank you, I wouldn’t use a hairbrush. I’d use my bare hand. And the imprint would mark your pretty pale skin for hours.”
Right now, working with Freya is the best chance we have of catching Maxwell.
“Because if I didn’t, he would have made me kill his next victim.”
“Were you in any way involved in the murders of Maxwell’s victims?”
And there it is. The question I’ve been dreading. The one I never wanted to have to answer out loud.
“Because I’m the one who made them.”
I may not have killed anyone, but I hurt them, I tortured them. It didn’t matter that my father made me do it,
“Come back to me, Angel.”
“You were raised by a serial killer. You were just as much his victim as they were.”
“He made me. It started when I was seven. One cross for every year I’d been alive, like some sort of twisted birthday candles.”
“You are not to blame. Say it, Freya. It’s not your fault.”
“I’ve made a lot of mistakes but believe me when I say finding my father has always been my top priority.”
Apparently, I need to have a word with my team about boundaries.
No shit
Great, not only have I been arrested by the FBI team I most admire, I’m now lusting after all four of them.
Life is hard
Bad things happen when you break promises.
Part of me wonders if she might be good for us. We’re all getting a little jaded, darkened by the things we deal with every day. Freya’s sparking emotions we haven’t felt in a long time.
“One girl for all of us, that’s what we decided,” he says. “We knew coming into this job that any serious relationship would be hard. Everyone ends up getting divorced or leaving their partners as fucking widows. Freya is ours. We share her. That way she never gets left alone.”
“I trust her,” Jude says. “She needs us, River. Just like we all needed each other.”
“What would you do if you were being chased and you couldn’t call for help?”
