Greyson studied the woman he’d just struck unconscious. He didn’t enjoy hitting women; in fact, he’d only done it a handful of times in his life, and he’d never done it to kill, only to temporarily incapacitate. But he needed her out cold so that she wouldn’t know what had happened to her after she was knocked out. He scanned her body, assessing how he wanted to go about the rest of his plan, then quickly unbuttoned her jeans, tugging them down to her mid-thighs and smeared more blood on her her thighs. It was important to him to give Smith the impression she’d been assaulted.
Greyson would be the first to admit this was not his usual style—it was a bit theatrical, perhaps. However, after watching Smith interact with the woman, he was positive this was necessary. If what she’d said was tr
