“I expected him to be found in the worst condition,” he says on a breath. “He orchestrated it all.”
I shake my head. “This is someone with a psychosis so deep, they feel they have the right to do this, even though they themselves were never wronged personally.”
“And if your sister had ever been subjected to Kyle Davenport, would you feel this was too much?” Leonard asks, a hard edge to his voice.
“I don’t have a sister,” I say before walking toward the chaos.
Elise hobbles up next to me, and I slow down so she doesn’t have to struggle to keep up. “You think this was the endgame?” Elise asks, looking over at the gruesome sight before flicking her gaze back to me.
It seems unlikely this was the end, considering the unsub isn’t displaying the usual signs of devolvement.
“I honestly don’t know.”
Lisa comes jogging up to us, her color curiously puce. She looks like she’s on the verge of being sick.
“Skinned and castrated?” I ask her.
She nods, swallowing hard. “All ten fingers are missing as well.”
That should have been a given.
“There was one new thing besides the complete flaying,” she says, grimacing.
“What?”
“The eyes were sewn open.”
Chapter 14
It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.
—Voltaire
LANA
“You can’t hurt Lisa,” Hadley tells me as I throw another knife into the picture of the offending bitch she speaks of.
It hits right between her eyes, and I go to pull it out.
“I’m getting out my anger. Not plotting her murder,” I say dully.
“You’re throwing a knife at her face.”
“Her picture,” I correct.
I feel her glare, but elect to ignore it.
“Do I want to know how you got so good with knives?”
I line up my next shot and take it, landing the knife in Lisa’s throat. Oh, how I wish. Too bad that’s not going to happen. After all, I can’t kill someone for simply pissing me off.
Unfortunately.
“Come on. Logan doesn’t want you left alone, and apparently I have a crime scene to go investigate,” Hadley says on a long sigh.
“It’s Kyle Davenport, and he was skinned alive before dying. There. Your job just got easier,” I state dryly.
She strangles on a sound, and I turn to face her.