Chapter Seventy-One
Tasha secured the used syringe and weapon in her fanny pack, then remained crouched over her target and watched as he took his final breath. The sensation that washed over her was almost as powerful as the one Barry Green had experienced. It had been close to two months since her last kill, and this had been like a starving person getting their first meal in a week. She paused to relish the experience.
After a full minute, she returned the task at hand and her own misery. She was soaked and cold from where she’d lain flat on the ground in the rain. She’d waited on the wet ground for over fifteen minutes, waiting to throw the bicycle into the side of the car as it turned into the driveway.
Tasha had been following Barry and was with him at the concert. As soon as the
