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“Send the report to Detective Rosario. Thank you, Amy.”
She walked out, leaving me with Daphne.
“Why didn’t you put up a fight, Daphne?” I scraped under her fingernails. There was some paint residue but no skin or blood. I sighed.
I spent the whole day with Daphne. There were drugs in her system, like every other Strangler victim, but there were no defensive wounds, no DNA.
When I was typing the report, the door opened, and Detective Patel and Detective Rosario walked in.
“Here.” Detective Rishi handed me a cup of coffee. “You haven’t left this place since this morning.”
Thanking him, I took the coffee. “You didn’t find anything from the letter.” That wasn’t a question.
Detective Rosario shook his head. “Sí. Sí. Nothing. Hijo de puta is thorough. The crime scene is perfecto. Like all his other crimes.”
Rishi growled. “The press has already gotten wind of the case. But we’re keeping the letter under wraps for now. The FBI is here, and they want to do their own autopsy.”
“I’m done with her body. She is… as clean as the crime scene, Detectives. Perfecto.” Shaking my head, I stood up and handed the report to Detective Rosario. “I’ve noted everything here. The FBI can use my lab to conduct their autopsy if they want.”
“Thanks, Doctor West. I’ll tell Agent Hayes what you said. He’ll appreciate it.”
When I was done putting Daphne back into the body, I walked toward my office, feeling tired and aching everywhere. I pulled my phone out and cursed when I saw Ryden’s messages reminding me about our dinner plans.
I had to unwind and relax, to not bury myself in this darkness, and what would be better than to fuck Ryden all the way to hell? Nothing.
Quickly locking my office door, I grabbed a pink dress from the wooden drawer and put it on. After reapplying my lipstick, I walked out.
I was grabbing my phone to book a cab when Amy walked out of the building.
“Doctor West? Need a ride?” She waved at me when she saw me with the phone.
I gave her a sheepish smile. “Thanks, but I can call for a cab, Amy.”
“It’s not a problem, Doctor West. Where to?”
I told her the address, and her eyes glinted. “A date?” She gave me a wink, laughing as she did.
I nodded, grinning. “A very hot date,” I said and then felt guilty about it, but my life was full of the dead. I couldn’t carry them with me out of the morgue.
“I’m going home to a frozen pizza.” She laughed, driving toward Ryden’s house. She dropped me off with a wink. “Have some fun. You deserve it after the day we had.”
“Thanks for the ride, Amy. Drive safe.”
Before I could knock, Ryden opened the door, shirtless, smelling like coffee and sin, and smiled when he saw me. The smile soon disappeared behind the clouds of hunger as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Don’t we have a dinner to go to?” I whispered when he pulled me in, slamming the door behind me before pushing me against the wall, nuzzling my neck. I moaned. “You don’t have any plan to feed me, Sinclair? I’m hungry.”
“I’ll eat you out first, and then I’ll feed you,” he said, voice hoarse and dark. “I’ve been craving you for hours, Yara. Fucking hours. I can’t wait anymore. Everything has to wait. I want to touch you, taste you. NOW.” He pulled the hot pink coat from my body. I tried to slip my black heels off, but he shook his head. “Leave them.”
Everything evaporated from my head, leaving only this man, his scent when he stared at me like that.
“Yes,” I moaned, closing my eyes when he bunched my pink silk dress up. Hooking a finger into the base of my lace panties, he tugged them down before falling to his knees, his eyes filled with lust.
Every pressure that had been filling me up from this morning, drained, and I became putty in his hands. His to shape, his to sculpt, his to wreck.
“You must have heard…” I whispered as his fingers parted my legs. “The Strangler is back. The one he killed—”
He nodded. “Everything… that has to wait. You first.”
