Now she had consumed far too much caffeine all this day long, as she’d spent hours pouring over more facsimiles of the killer’s handwritten notes, all of which she’d handled earlier in original form in an effort to telekinetically catch any glimpses she might of the killer or his mind. She’d only...
She moved toward him with a look in her eye that meant he was hers. Her long colored nails curled up at him, inviting him out.Stroud shook his head and got out of his Jeep. “Unbelievable ... unbelievable. How long've you been waiting for me to come by here?”“Talked with your Mr. Ashyer. He told m...