Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I pull my business card from my pocket and hand it to her. “In case you change your mind.”
She reluctantly takes the card and reads the details before slipping it into her pocket.
“I won’t,” she says.
“That’s fine,” I reply, narrowing my eyes. “We’ll find out one way or another.”
Her pupils dilate and then sharpen within an instant.
But I noticed.
And it makes me wonder …
If we’ve been looking at this the wrong way, searching for the wrong guy.
“Have a great day, Miss Reed.”
I wink, and she walks off again, back to the safety of the crowd, while I mutter, “I’m sure we’ll see each other again real soon.”
Who knows.
Maybe we should be looking for a woman instead.
CHAPTER 16
Sunny
It’s a Saturday, and all the entrances to each of the main Spine Ridge campus buildings are guarded by cops, which is ludicrous if you ask me.
How are they going to stop a killer from murdering when they don’t even know where it happens?
And who’s going to classes on the weekends?
Besides, I could murder anyone, anytime, anywhere in the city, and they would never find out.
I have been killing people across this city and beyond for far longer than they can imagine, some even on these campus grounds. The only reason they found out is because I left these bodies on purpose.
Putting cops here, of all places, is like shooting at a flock of flying birds with a grain of rice. You’ll never hit the target.
But it’s all about putting up a show, pretending things are safe enough for students to continue walking these halls and that they’ll protect them from a killer on the loose, while they slowly take over control.
There’s too much testosterone in this school now, and it’s making me sick.
Detective Foley and his minions think they can take over my domain without a price.
I don’t think so.
Pushing up my bra, I approach one of the cops stationed outside the main building with a deadly smile on my face. “Hey, how are you doing?”
He smiles back. “Fine, thanks for asking.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me how my day’s been?” I giggle. “Apart from the fact that the whole school is now swarming with cops, of course.”
“Sorry, miss, it’s a precaution, nothing more.”
“Oh no, I’m not mad at all. I love cops,” I reply, twirling my hair. “They make me feel so safe.”
He smiles. “Well, I’m glad we’re able to provide some comfort.”
“Thank you for your assistance, Officer,” I say, closing the distance.
“Is there something you need, miss?” he asks.
“No, nothing in particular. I’ve just always wanted to see a cop here.” I bite my lip, and I wait until his eyes lower before I slip out my tongue to wet them too. That trick always works.
He clears his throat. “I’m sure you’ve met them before.”
“But none as handsome as you.” I lean in to place a hand on his chest, roping him in with charm. “What’s your name?”
“Bob.”
First-name basis. Got it. “My name’s Sunny, and I’d love to know if you guys are allowed to go on dates.”
“Dates?” His whole face begins to glow.
“I am really, really into big, hunky men like you.” I slip my hand slowly down his ample pecs.
“Oh my …” he mumbles, completely enamored.
“Would you consider going out on a date with me?” I ask with a grin.
His brows furrow for a split second. “I don’t know if that’s—”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun, just the two of us, a romantic candlelight dinner …” I twirl his hair a little bit. “No annoying students to keep a watch on.”
He tilts his head. “I don’t know.”
“Tell you what, how about I put my number in your phone, and you can call me whenever you’re up for it?”
I lean in to place a sweet, irresistible peck on his cheek.
He swallows as I keep twirling his hair, and then he sighs. “All right.”
He pulls out his phone, and I snatch it from his hand before he can retract it. I sift through his contacts and pull out my own phone. “I don’t remember my own number, so I just gotta copy it.”
Pretending to be a dumb broad is my shtick.
With a smirk on my face, I scroll down until I find the exact phone number of Detective Foley, then take a picture of his phone, without the flash, of course.
I pull up the “add contact” screen, type in a bunch of random numbers, tap finish, and hand the phone back to him.
“There. But don’t call or text now, because the other students will think you’re trying to hit on me,” I say.
“Oh yeah. No, of course.” He clears his throat.
“Bye, see you later,” I say, winking as I sashay off like some damsel he just saved.
He won’t ever speak to me again, because I don’t want him to. His job is done now.