Also, there were some paparazzi shots of Craig carrying my purse. I really love the things that interest the news some times.
I also hate them. Because that makes moving down my kill list harder.
I’m going to have to speed up the timeline once things settle down. My bruised face was splashed all over the newspaper and such, but everyone wants an interview with the girl who killed a man that managed to elude all types of law enforcement.
So, yeah. I didn’t think this all the way through. Being a woman who took down a woman’s nightmare has made me an accidental celebrity. Celebrity status is not fun when you’re a serial killer who needs a low profile.
Logan has gone Peter Pan, essentially sewing himself to me like an errant shadow these past few days. Not that I’m complaining. I could get used to having him to myself so much.
Logan’s phone rings, and he groans, still on top of me, as he reaches over and grabs it. My legs stay wound around his waist, keeping him where he is as he answers.
“Bennett.”
His brow furrows, and he lifts off me, frowning. I release my legs from his waist as he stands up completely.
“When?” When he closes his eyes, his lips tensing in a tight line, I know he has to leave. “Yeah. Don’t tell them not to touch anything. I’ll see if Hadley is up to it and be there as soon as possible.”
He gets off his phone, and he blows out a long breath while studying me. “I need to go speak to Hadley and see if she’s able to work. We just got two bodies from another one of our killers.”
Ice slithers over me. Lawrence and Tyler. They’ve finally been found. By now they’re steaming piles of rot.
“I’ll go talk to her for you,” I tell him, sliding back on the bed. “We sort of bonded with the whole Boogeyman thing.”
He studies me for a long minute. “You sure you’re okay? We haven’t really talked about what went down.”
I nod grimly. “It’s not something I’m ready to move on from just yet, but I’m handling it better than I thought I would.”
It’s misleading, but it’s not a lie. Well, not in the conventional sense. I’m handling the ‘aftermath’ better than I thought I would, considering I expected him to be more suspicious. He just seems relieved that I’m not an inconsolable mess.
“You’re amazing,” he says, thumbing my chin before brushing his lips over mine.
“I’d like to talk to Hadley for a second too,” I say, making sure I have time to clear the air with her before she’s alone in a car with him.
“Okay. Yeah. Sure. Just let me know if she’s ready to work, and let me know when you’re finished if so.”
I stand and throw my arms around his neck, dragging him down for a kiss. He holds me to him, his touch so demanding and strong. I love being in his arms, feeling that security that exists within a simple embrace.
“I’ll hurry,” I tell him against his lips.
He grabs my ass, totally groping me, then winks before heading toward the bathroom.
My smile disappears the second he shuts the door.
I’ve been delaying this, worrying about her game. Wondering why she’s not told anyone.
After tugging on some clothes, I check the hallway, always worried about someone finding out where we’re staying. When I see it’s empty, I take quick steps to the end of the hallway, suck in a breath, and knock on her door.
It opens immediately, and I swallow thickly when I realize I’m staring down the barrel of a gun.
“Been expecting you,” Hadley says, peering around me.
She steps back, but her gun stays trained on me as I step inside, closing the door behind me. I keep two feet of distance between me and the gun, ready to react if I see her trigger finger get itchy.
“I actually expected you a lot sooner than this,” she says, her eyes watching me, as though she’s waiting on an excuse.
Remaining calm, I stare at her with my coldest expression.
“Logan wants to know if you’re up for a case. He’s waiting for your answer.”