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“Been expecting you,” Hadley says, peering around me. She steps back, but her gun stays trained on me as I step inside, closing the door behind me. I keep two feet of distance between me and the gun, ready to react if I see her trigger finger get itchy. “I actually expected you a lot…

My eyes dart over to Hadley to see her watching us with an unreadable expression. She looks away, telling the cops something about the attack-another lie. Logan holds me to him, his entire body rigid as I lean against him, absorbing his feel. He pulls back, his eyes scanning my face as he grimaces, taking…

“Can I see my father now?” she sobs. “I did what I was told to do. I did it right,” she cries. “Of course, Erica,” I tell her. We still haven’t figured out how to charge her father for what he did. He’s been temporarily released just for this. I gesture with my head to…

Got this down. And I wait. And wait. And wait. Sheesh. Finally, hear the telltale whoops and blares of sirens, brakes squealing on my driveway. Jeez. I’m glad I didn’t need to be saved. An entry that loud would have gotten me killed immediately, giving the fucknut bleeding all over my floor time to escape….

And she’s winning. He lunges for her, ready to prove himself, and she spins, the knife at her waist as she faces him. He runs right into it, and I hold back the sounds, now worried about being heard. She rolls her eyes as his eyes widen in shock, his features paling as he stumbles…

Yet she’s acting immune. Did Logan coach her on how to act? Or is she really that fucking stupidly unafraid? He charges her, kicking her in the stomach, before grabbing her by the hair of the head, jerking her up to her feet. A strangled sound of pain escapes her, and he pushes her into…

There’s no way I’m right. There’s no way Lana killed and tortured him…I mean…right? She arches an eyebrow at me, as if challenging me to speak first. If she killed a man and waltzed into this place…she’s a fucking psychopath. No. I’m just too emotional. I walk away, ending the staring contest, deciding to get…

“Donny, you remember my girlfriend, right?” Logan asks, and my heart does little cartwheels for reasons unbeknownst to me. I’m his girlfriend. I have a boyfriend. This isn’t news, but it’s still making me gush like a thirteen-year-old who is hovering over the phone. I don’t even think about the fact he’s the guy trying…

“Duke got called away on this homicide they just called me about. Hadley’s stepfather was killed. He’s requesting to interrogate her.” He meets my gaze again, and I try to remain a stone wall as I think over the real reason Duke is probably there. I doubt it’s to question Hadley about the monster I…

Signed in blood is one name-Kenneth Ferguson. Only it’s not in calligraphy. It’s still signed in blood, written with most likely his finger. The strokes are shaky, as though he was trembling when the unsub made him sign this with his own blood. That’s a level of cold that had us profiling him as a…