Chapter 7One year.
It’s a reprimand, a siren’s wail. A puncture wound. Vince stares down at the long, laminate table, noise buzzing all around him.
One year ago today, the body of Eli Stokes had appeared, clean cuts and heart wrapped in twine and so close to the Yard it had been nearly an invitation. Come and play with me.
That first time, the pristine, searing white of the note against the dark tile of the shopping center had pulled Vince in immediately, eyes keen and unprepared.
For Detective Inspector Bennett, a man amongst beasts.
Reading the words had stolen his breath, narrowed his vision. His lungs tighten now just remembering.
On that first day with that first body, Mason had noticed the shake in Vince’s hands first, the pallid sheen to his face. Vince was pulled off the scen
