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“Doctor West, it isn’t… we made a mistake. That pinche pendejo… he played us.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Strangler killed again, Doctor West. It’s…” his voice shook at the end. “Bastardo.” The detective sounded broken.
My stomach churned. The Strangler was dead. I made him scream in pain before I killed him, and then someone… put Logan Jones on display in front of my office.
Fuck. Fuck.
“What? What do you… You told me you found evidence Logan Jones was The Strangler. He fucking died.”
No. Fucking no. I couldn’t have made such a big mistake, but I knew I did. The Strangler was the one who dug out Logan’s body from the marsh.
I patted against Ryden’s cheek, waking him up. Putting the phone on speaker, I pressed a finger to my lips.
“We found the evidence, but we suspect Logan Jones might have been an accomplice and not The Strangler.”
Ryden’s eyes widened, and he mouthed Fuck me. I shook my head, gritting my teeth. No. I thought this mess was finally over. Anger roared inside me, and I wanted to stab someone a million times until the anger died.
“So are you telling me… he left another body?”
“Two bodies.”
“What do you mean by two bodies?” I squeaked. That wasn’t The Strangler’s MO. It was always… one woman. What the hell was happening here?
“I sent you the directions. Come as soon as possible, Doctor West.”
“What are you not telling…” He hung up before I could finish my sentence. “Something is so fucking wrong,” I whispered as Ryden grabbed his phone from the bedside table with a frown.
“I have two missed calls from Rishi,” he said. “Oh, he left a voicemail.”
“Ryden, call me as soon as you get this message. I think… Yara West is The Strangler, or she’s at least related to him. The Strangler’s last love letter from his kill in Baltimore—I got it from Agent Hayes, and it’s a freaking list. It’s the titles from the podcast, you know, by K.Y. Wolff. I did some digging, and I found out Yara was from the orphanage where Robert Miller worked. He was the second story in K.Y. Wolff’s podcast. I have a feeling that Yara is somehow in the middle of this shit show. Fuck man, we really should meet. Call me ASAP.”
My legs felt like blocks of ice, so did my heart.
Detective Patel was so wrong, but he was also right.
“If he digs deeper, he’ll find something. I was meticulous, but… he could still find something. Also, Robert Miller was a loose end.” I rubbed my eyes with a growl.
Everything was crumbling around me, and I was drowning in the debris of my creation.
“If Logan Jones wasn’t The Strangler, I need to find the one behind all this shit. The one who actually killed Kat. I can’t go to prison before that.”
“Let me call Patel. I’ll try to… you know, steer him away from this.”
“He trusts you. If you do that, he won’t trust you again. He won’t tell you anything anymore,” I said with a frown. “The call he made wasn’t professional. He was calling you as a friend.”
“He is a friend,” Ryden said with a curse.
“And he called you to warn you because he knows you’re dating me. Fuck…”
“Dating you?” Ryden smiled, looking very amused. “Is that what we’re doing?” He winked, and I wanted to throw something at that ridiculously handsome, stupidly distracting face. I couldn’t think about fucking him when my whole life and the lies I built were slowly unraveling.
This wasn’t the time.
Hell, you thought about fucking him when Logan was shooting at you. I can’t believe he wasn’t The Strangler. Kat’s voice was disappointed.
“Fucking. I mean, fucking me. He knows that, and he’s trying to protect you from me.”
