CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The large, scale-size frigate was slightly tilted when Ilse returned into the study. Her foot struck a glass bottle, sending it rolling across the floor. She inhaled slowly through her mouth, and yet could still detect the faintest odors lingering on the air. She waved a hand beneath her nose, standing with her back to the door. Behind her, she could sense Sawyer still lingering outside the house. She didn't particularly care if he was watching her or not.
She knew, now, she would have to cancel the mornings appointments with her clients—something she was loathe to do. Those people needed her, and by canceling it felt like she was letting them down.
Still, others needed her too—namely the victims of this newest serial killer. Sometimes, the sheer state of humanity see
