Sunday, 24/08
02:50
Roman race through the dark Manhattan streets, his steps loud as his feet hit the ground, eating up the distance as rapidly as he could. His mind was racing just as fast as his legs.
It had really been Cooper on that call? He’d really done this? And why? To redeem himself of his failed career as a Detective? Or to continue the killings he’d always done? Bastard. Why Valerie?
Roman could barely see ahead of him. The night lights were suddenly blinding as he raced past people and cars.
None of the night sounds were registered now. Everything was drowned out by a loud fear that had plugged his ears. Fear that he’d lost her. If the Rose Killer had gotten Valerie, Roman didn’t know what he’d do.
Kingston wasn’t picking up. Valerie wasn’t picking up. No one was pic
