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who?
Uh oh... Her neighbor...
He thumb-typed Bianca’s name so fast he almost dropped the phone. He found her Instagram account first.
Knew it
hope.
Esperar
She had learned to trust only herself.
“I’m asking for your help. I need to remember.” The two profilers exchanged glances.
Cognitive Interview?
Wade shifted uncomfortably, already aware of the particulars from her file.
one of the worst incidents of her life.
Kent’s eyes hardened into chips of blue ice.
She noticed Buxton’s hands clench before he slid them under the table.
Awe, they all care for her.
Kent looked like he wanted to hit something, but he didn’t interrupt her.
got Denny’s lighter instead.
Hey, you can still do a hell of a lot of damage.
Then I saw a can of my foster mother’s hair spray.
FLAME THROWER, BITCH.
I beat feet.”
Huh?
“She put her vest over me and called the police. I still didn’t have a shirt on.
oh yeah. Forgot about that.
I didn’t think, I just reacted. Spun around and socked the guy as hard as I could.
Haha, lmao.
Her body jerked upright.
Ope, remembering something.
“Something he said.”
Was the Cipher the EMT?
said I should learn to master myself.”
“That’s what the Cipher kept whispering in my ear.”
Yuppppp
Nina sucked in an audible gasp as she looked at another man with blond hair and blue eyes.
colored slightly,
Weird word choice
“Odin,” Breck said. “As in the god from Norse mythology.”
“Borr was Odin’s father,”
Yup
“Didn’t Borr’s son say Odin was a one-eyed god?” Kent asked no one in particular. “He was,” Wade said, apparently up on his Norse mythology. “He supposedly sacrificed one of his eyes so that he could see all, know all.” A chill swept through Nina. “My god’s eye necklace,” she breathed, her hand reflexively going to her throat where it had once hung.
Scary how much information the Bureau could amass in one hour with those kinds of resources.
The case was building.
home
Oh no. Bianca.
“Four days ago.”
Bruv
turned on the blow-dryer
Girl NO
“Agent Taylor,”
Nooooooo. RUN
“The boss,”
Every FBI agent knew the correct expression was “Don’t embarrass the Bureau.” Taylor was an impostor.
Yes now get tf out of there
“Liar.”
bitch
Ok rude
Wade didn’t like it. Nina Guerrera was the only person in the Bureau who wanted Falk more than he did.
Anytime a sociopath was relaxed and pleased, someone was suffering.
Certain Falk would not have gone to the trouble of setting up a website unless he had something dramatic to show the world, Wade found himself holding his breath.
“No!” Wade heard Kent’s guttural shout before his mind fully processed what he was seeing.
“Falk’s got Guerrera.” Wade barely managed to get the words out through his painfully constricted throat.
Stripped to the waist, his lower body encased in blue jeans, Falk’s heavily muscled torso bore the marks of a recent scuffle. Guerrera had put up a fight.
“Get your filthy hands off her.” Kent’s words were filled with icy menace. He tore his gaze away from the screen to look directly at Wade. “I’m going to hunt that motherfucker until I find him,” he said in a low voice meant for Wade’s ears only. “And then I’m going to kill him. Slowly.” He understood exactly how Kent felt.
He would never forgive himself.
He whispered his own vow to Kent. “I’ll help you get rid of the body.”
She would not survive this night. Might not even survive the next hour. The only choice left to her was to die on her own terms.
The Cipher wanted her to grovel. Wanted to degrade her in every way possible. She would not give him that. He would take everything she had by the time he was finished with her, including her life. But he would not take her humanity.
Once she made this promise to herself, the situation became simpler. Her focus, clear. She would do ever...
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Keep her eyes open for even the slightest opportunity. Failing that, she would die f...
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She reached out as if to brace herself and grabbed the awl. Before he knew what she’d done, she thrust the sharp point into the center of his stomach. He staggered back, cursing as he glanced down at the bleeding puncture wound.
body over the table. She snatched the chisel and held it upright, angling it toward him. His momentum kept his body coming down as he impaled his chest on the chisel’s sharp edge.
A guttural groan escaped his lips as the air left his body.
