don’t remember him at all. I doubt we ever crossed paths.” She gave me a knowing smile. “Because you’d remember the hell out of that fine, psychopathic specimen, right?” I nearly choked on my chip. “So, I’m not the only one who thinks he’s got future serial killer written all over him?” “Maybe. But I’d probably get in his murder van.” I laughed. “I worry for you, Bex.”
