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and dread coalesced , braiding Nathan’s traps with tension. He waited for the snick of the lock before jogging up the beach toward the spot where he’d left the upgraded rental. When he got far enough away from her open windows that he wouldn’t be overheard, he grabbed his phone and dialed.
“What do you want, asshole?” Dick grumbled.
“Still mad about the car, huh?”
“Hell, yes. I’m not your whipping boy, you know. I’m sorry Hunt got shot, but I can’t change that fact. You’re stuck with me for the duration of this circus, as that hillbilly called it. I can make this time as easy or as difficult as you want me to.”
“You practice that speech all morning?”
“Dam—”
“Listen up, I need you to meet me at Paradise.”
“We canvassed the place last night and didn’t find out a damn thing.”
“We’re not meeting there to question people. We’re going to grid off the west side of the island and start looking for Nichole.”
“You mean her body, don’t you?” For the first time since they’d arrived on the island, and maybe the first time ever, he heard sincerity and remorse in the man’s voice.
“There’s a chance it’s not our guy and that she’s still alive. But you know if the sick bastard is behind this, he’s already done the deed and he’s waiting for us to find her.”
“I know.”
“Look, I have to make a stop along the way to check out a source and hopefully get a physical description of our killer.”
“No shit,” he breathed.
“Hope not.”
“Well, don’t rush on my account. It’ll take me a few hours to walk there.”
Nathan opened his mouth, but a feminine voice cooed on the other side of the line. “I’ll drop you wherever you need to go, babe.”
“See? Saved by a good Samaritan,” Dick said.
“If you’d slept in your hotel room last night, instead of with some stranger, you’d have seen the key I slipped under your door this morning.”
“Drop me at my hotel?” he asked the woman.
“Mmm,” she agreed.
“Have you done anything case-productive this morning?” The rustle of sheets or clothing grated on Nathan’s nerves. “Dick for brain, pay attention.”
“Huh?” the guy responded dazedly.
“Have you done anything productive this morning other than add to your collection of STD’s?” Nathan hollered the question, drawing a snicker from the group of kids still loitering on the beach.
“He’s screwing around,” Dick explained. His voice sounded far from the mouthpiece. A bang acted as a gong in Nathan’s ear. “I promise. He’s a kidder. A joker.” A slam sounded farther away. “You son of—”
“Say something bad about my momma,” Nathan breathed. “I’ll have another missing persons report on my hands.” Dick panted his hostility. “Now answer my question.”
“I’ve been going through files of Nichole Gallow’s known associates and cross checking names with the previous victims. So far there’s no commonality apart from the physical. But on this island there are several known associates that fit the killer’s forensic height and weight profile.”
“Who?”
“There’s like ten names on the list.”
“Well…”
“Well, I’ll bring it with me, if I make it there. You jackass.”
Nathan pulled opened the door to the white SUV that was three times the size of the car he drove yesterday, slid behind the wheel, and headed toward Malik’s house. Well, there was gold and there was shit. The two opposites existed in the world and in this situation.
The gold was the fact that he had a jump on this sick killer people referred to as the “Field-Dresser.” To top that, Nathan even knew who the man’s subsequent victim would be. He was in a prime position to catch him before he completed the second act of his twisted play. One Nathan was so intimately familiar with, he could almost see it unfold, as if on stage before him.
The shit was that if he didn’t work fast and catch the sicko before his
“What do you want, asshole?” Dick grumbled.
“Still mad about the car, huh?”
“Hell, yes. I’m not your whipping boy, you know. I’m sorry Hunt got shot, but I can’t change that fact. You’re stuck with me for the duration of this circus, as that hillbilly called it. I can make this time as easy or as difficult as you want me to.”
“You practice that speech all morning?”
“Dam—”
“Listen up, I need you to meet me at Paradise.”
“We canvassed the place last night and didn’t find out a damn thing.”
“We’re not meeting there to question people. We’re going to grid off the west side of the island and start looking for Nichole.”
“You mean her body, don’t you?” For the first time since they’d arrived on the island, and maybe the first time ever, he heard sincerity and remorse in the man’s voice.
“There’s a chance it’s not our guy and that she’s still alive. But you know if the sick bastard is behind this, he’s already done the deed and he’s waiting for us to find her.”
“I know.”
“Look, I have to make a stop along the way to check out a source and hopefully get a physical description of our killer.”
“No shit,” he breathed.
“Hope not.”
“Well, don’t rush on my account. It’ll take me a few hours to walk there.”
Nathan opened his mouth, but a feminine voice cooed on the other side of the line. “I’ll drop you wherever you need to go, babe.”
“See? Saved by a good Samaritan,” Dick said.
“If you’d slept in your hotel room last night, instead of with some stranger, you’d have seen the key I slipped under your door this morning.”
“Drop me at my hotel?” he asked the woman.
“Mmm,” she agreed.
“Have you done anything case-productive this morning?” The rustle of sheets or clothing grated on Nathan’s nerves. “Dick for brain, pay attention.”
“Huh?” the guy responded dazedly.
“Have you done anything productive this morning other than add to your collection of STD’s?” Nathan hollered the question, drawing a snicker from the group of kids still loitering on the beach.
“He’s screwing around,” Dick explained. His voice sounded far from the mouthpiece. A bang acted as a gong in Nathan’s ear. “I promise. He’s a kidder. A joker.” A slam sounded farther away. “You son of—”
“Say something bad about my momma,” Nathan breathed. “I’ll have another missing persons report on my hands.” Dick panted his hostility. “Now answer my question.”
“I’ve been going through files of Nichole Gallow’s known associates and cross checking names with the previous victims. So far there’s no commonality apart from the physical. But on this island there are several known associates that fit the killer’s forensic height and weight profile.”
“Who?”
“There’s like ten names on the list.”
“Well…”
“Well, I’ll bring it with me, if I make it there. You jackass.”
Nathan pulled opened the door to the white SUV that was three times the size of the car he drove yesterday, slid behind the wheel, and headed toward Malik’s house. Well, there was gold and there was shit. The two opposites existed in the world and in this situation.
The gold was the fact that he had a jump on this sick killer people referred to as the “Field-Dresser.” To top that, Nathan even knew who the man’s subsequent victim would be. He was in a prime position to catch him before he completed the second act of his twisted play. One Nathan was so intimately familiar with, he could almost see it unfold, as if on stage before him.
The shit was that if he didn’t work fast and catch the sicko before his
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