51 - Stop
Cillian
I winced, wiping the blood from my head, and sped my car. My cellphone was in my other hand as I noted her location and shared it to Elena’s team. I had called her, ignoring her order to stay back, and got in my car.
My vision was blurry, but I kept driving, my hand clutching the steering wheel. He lived so f*****g near her house, and all that time was wasted because we did not get search warrants.
I prayed that Emma kept her heels on by some miracle. I had inserted a tracking device in each pair she owned, hoping that I’d never have to use them
We shouldn’t have underestimated the stalker. Look what he f*****g did.
My jaw clenched, and I cut the engine, parking blocks away from the house. It was a quiet suburban street with huge bungalows on each side of the roa
