Lana, however, is the perfect woman. Someone who understands what I do without being right at my side while I’m doing it. It’s literally the best of both worlds.
Which is why I’m still worried she’s too good to be true.
ME: It’s a slim chance he’ll come after me. And if he does, it’ll save me the trouble of trying to track him down.
LANA: I’m serious, Logan. Guys like him could fixate on someone like you.
ME: He’s a rapist. A serial rapist. He needs a female to relieve his urges. He’s more than just a serial killer, which makes the likelihood of him coming after me very slim.
LANA: Anyone who has always lived in the shadows and suddenly gets brought into the light is going to get the high. Especially someone like him. Sexual sadists thrive on the power. It gets them off. Power over you could become an easy surrogate for the power he holds over his female victims.
ME: I like that you care so much.
LANA: I like my orgasms. I want more.
That has me laughing, and I put my phone away as Craig comes up, filling me in on the latest information.
It was supposed to be an easy bust, but someone tipped him off. Had to. Or else he has tabs on the police station somehow. But the guy reads like an open book of our profile.
Now finding him is getting harder. He got paid in cash and never had a checking account. His apartment was a cash-weekly sort of arrangement. His entire life is paperless, tied to no electronics or trails. Even his power bill was included in
his rent, furthermore concealing any trails he might have.
He left his phone behind.
He took his clothes.
He’s in the wind, and it could be months before he resurfaces if we don’t find him now.
***
Four days later, there are still no leads, and I groan as I load up with my team to come back home. Gerald Plemmons. That’s the name of the Boogeyman. Putting a face on him has helped alleviate the fears of some of the city, but he’s still out there.
One day, he’ll kill again. Unfortunately, until he does, we may not be able to find him.
As soon as I step off the jet, I haul ass to my SUV and drive like hell to Lana’s house. She’s not expecting me, and I can’t reach her on her phone. It keeps going straight to voicemail, so I hope I don’t piss her off by just showing up.
It seems to take forever to get there, but when I finally do, I pound on the door with purpose.
The sound of hurried footsteps puts me at ease. I don’t see her Mustang here, so I’m happy to hear her talking through the door. I’m not so happy to hear what she’s saying.
“You have a key! Use it, Jake! Stop making me walk all through the house—”
Her words die when she swings open the door.
In a towel.
Still mostly wet.
“Logan!” she says, shocked as her eyes widen.
I don’t give her time to think before I’m kissing her, pushing the door shut behind me with my foot. Her hands go to my hair, and I lift her, groaning when I feel her bare ass against my hands.
The towel falls loose and gets stuck between our bodies as I continue to kiss her and carry her back to her room. She kisses me just as fiercely, letting me know she doesn’t mind the fact I’ve shown up unannounced.
It’s been a week. A solid week since I’ve seen her.
My hand slides down the curve of her ass, moving until I find what I really want. My fingers skate across her slick pussy, feeling her wet and ready for me. As much as I love foreplay, it’ll be skipped tonight. Maybe after I get a little bit of this addiction tempered, we can slow things down, and I can give her body the attention it truly deserves.