CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ruined. All those hours waiting for him to arrive wasted. The one chance ruined. Of course, he would choose a time when nobody would be outside or even look through a window. After midnight. In the middle of a storm.
The cops being gone meant he’d go and check. See what they left. But they’re too clever to leave anything. No evidence for him to retrieve. So, the knife in the pocket will be used at last. Teach him. Leave him where he left her. But no flowers for him. When he least expects revenge, it will take every breath from him.
He pushes the police tape aside without respect. Stands over the edge of…of where she’d lain for so long. His foot kicks some soil back in. He lifts a flower and throws it in after the soil. He needs to be ended.
But someone approaches.
