Was he lost again? f*****g hell. It was as if the roads were built to mislead someone. Or maybe it was just him. He had been driving around for days looking for a way to get in but for some reason, he ended up where he started. Two days had passed before he realized he'd been going in circles like an i***t. But how could he know when all the trees looked the damn same? He was tired, hungry and so close to losing his mind. Those damn animals. Why was he the one who had the misfortune of stumbling to this case? All he'd done was chase after a killer. Countless nights spent doing recon, eating garbage and sleeping in his car, detective Noah Flynn had thought he was finally going to catch the killer. He finally figured out the bastard's pattern and criteria for choosing his victims. He had eve
