Broken Dolls (A Jefferson Winter Thriller) - Plot & Excerpts
My eyes flit from person to person, but don’t linger. Just a quick glance, long enough to see if he’s here, then on to the next. The unsub has given me a description, but nobody matches it. And the reason nobody matches it is because he’s given me a false description. And the reason he did that is because he’s here right now, watching me. I take another look at the customers. No, that doesn’t work. The bar is too public. It’s too risky. This unsub is careful. He wants to limit the amount of time he could be seen with his victim, limit the exposure. There’s nothing to be gained from being here. At the bar I order a drink. A cola or a lemonade, or maybe a soda water with a splash of lime. Money changes hands and I come over to this table. It’s out of the way, which means nobody will bother me or try to chat me up. There’s an unobstructed view of the main entrance, which is important because there’s no way I’m going to miss my date when he arrives. We’ve arranged to meet at eight because nobody ever arranges to meet at five minutes to or seven minutes after the hour but I’m early because this is all new and I’m wired, totally hyped.
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