Stepping back he huffs and puffs, but I close the door in his face anyway.
And get to disassembling my setup. Committing crimes is easy. Getting away with it is the hard part.
Disposing of the bodies without being able to take them from the house was the hardest part. Now I need to get rid of the equipment I used to do it.
Thank God for metal recycling facilities, oversized backpacks to put them in, and the fact that they work late in the night, when I do my best work, and can go to them undetected.
Too easy…or at least it should be.
There’s only one problem. I haven’t quite got my fix yet, not quite ready to retire.
There’s one more piece of shit with my name on his death certificate. There’s going to be war before there’s peace.
18
Erica
Approaching the doors of the lecture hall I see a sign yet again alerting students that class has been canceled. Directly next to it is a missing person’s sign…of my instructor.
The cops’ words hit me right in the gut, alarm bells going off in my head. If you live in a small country with a tyrannical dictator are you better off being within his close wingspan or on your own?
Under his watchful eye as long as he holds the upper hand.
What am I really getting myself into with Sam?
Knowing we need to meet after class I pull out my phone and prepare to text him to see if he wants to meet earlier, nearly jumping out of my shoes when he taps me on the shoulder.
“Sam!” I gasp, then slap him on the arm. “You scared me. What are you doing here?”
“Had a feeling your class might be canceled.”
“Yeah? Why is that?”
His eyes drift to the two posters and then back to mine. “It’s been canceled all these times in a row, a betting man would say it’s likely to not happen again today.”
“Just how much of a gambler are you? How much are you willing to risk?”
“For you? Everything.”
His hands find the sides of my face as he grips me tightly, pulling me in for a kiss.
Taking my hand he walks me outside of the building and out into the day.
“Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the coffee shop.”
“Something tells me you’d rather talk, so let’s take a walk through the park, maybe around the pond.”
Mentally I quickly calculate if anyone will be in the park at this hour of the morning. There definitely will be some joggers, women pushing strollers, and maybe even a few people playing frisbee with their dogs.
What can really happen to me there…if anything?
But then again people around me are starting to have a history of disappearing, never to be heard or seen from again. And no clues.
A shot of alarm races through me but when you’re being stalked by a predator the last thing you should ever do is run…or show fear.
Electricity shoots through the back of my neck when he grips me there, guiding me where he wants me to go. Something tells me this is a bad idea, but there’s a voice just a bit stronger inside me that’s overriding it, telling me he’s just a bit mysterious and different…passionate, as he’s always been with me.
And that worry he’s instilled in the cops, the way Jess sometimes tells me he’s intense to the point of scaring her, and all the other little things he’s done that should unnerve me, strangely only endear me to him even more.