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“A few hours. Wanna take a nap?”
“Erm, why?”
“Because there won’t be any sleeping when we get there. Not for the foreseeable future at least.”
“How long is that?”
“At least twelve hours. Maybe more. Depends on you and your stamina, I guess.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about but decide to listen to his advice. I recline my chair a little and close my eyes. Pretty soon the rhythm of the road draws me under.
***
“Time to wake up, princess.”
I yawn and stretch, surprised that I seem to have slept the entire way. I smooth down my dress which has ridden up in my sleep and glance at Baxter who’s watching me intently.
“What?” I ask, crinkling my brow.
“Spoil sport. I’ve been enjoying the view for the last hundred miles.”
“It’s rude to fondle someone in their sleep.” I smirk, knowing he did no such thing.
“I wish. Even I’m not that good. There’s no way I can drive and not be completely distracted by your body. Though you seemed to be having...interesting dreams. Almost crashed the car once or twice with the things coming out of your mouth.” He grins, and my cheeks heat at his insinuation. Oh god, I hope he’s teasing. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t having sex dreams.
Baxter jumps out of the car, grabs his bag from the boot and then opens my door for me like some chivalrous knight or something.
“Are we here?” I ask, blinking out into the darkness. It’s pitch-black tonight, and although it’s a clear night with a billion stars in the sky, there’s no moon to cast light on where we are. “Wow it took longer to get here than I thought.”
“It did. I had to take the scenic route. And I didn’t want to wake you, so I may have driven around a little extra... Your dark palace awaits you, princess.”
Hmm cryptic, but still exciting.
I let him take me by the hand and lead me along the path. I use my phone in my free hand to light the way, but Baxter seems confident without the guiding light. The path leads off into some trees and after a few minutes walking through a forest, we come out in a clearing with a small cabin sitting beside a lake, the surface like pure black glass.
“Wow, that’s beautiful.”
“You should see it in the daylight.”
“Is it big?”
“The important question isn’t how big it is, it’s how deep.”
“And how deep is it?”
“Incredibly.” Baxter grins at me, and I instantly know that this is where his bodies – some of them at least – are buried. Although, is buried the right word when they’re dumped in a loch or a lake?
“Want to see what’s waiting for us inside?”
I feel nervous suddenly. The bag of tools, the long drive, the remote location, his promise of a long night...wanting me to wear white. We’re not here for a romantic night away or even raw, bloody sex. This is one of Baxter’s kill houses, his workspaces, and he has a job to do. I just know it.
“Why did you bring me here?” I ask with trepidation.
Although I’m a murderer, I’m not a killer. Or is it the other way around? I’m not sure. But I don’t do what Baxter does. I couldn’t. And I certainly wouldn’t take pleasure in it, the way he seems to.
“Wait and see,” he grins at me but it’s not reassuring. It’s not a teasing smile, but a full dark psychotic grin that makes me shiver in nervous anticipation. Yet I still want to walk into the cabin by his side and face whatever surprise awaits me.
“Let’s do this,” I say with determination that’s entirely faked.
