Death and life have their determined appointments.
—Confucius
Christian Allister
"All is quiet since that last kill two days ago," Caleb says, stating the obvious.
I nod, my mind buzzing a thousand miles a minute. The silence is unnerving, a stark contrast to the chaos that's been my reality lately.
I've kept my promise, going back to see Sloane, even though I spend most of the time sleeping. She stays cuddled against my side, strumming her fingers through my hair, as though she has nothing better to do. Her presence is the only thing keeping me grounded.
"He's smart. Police presence has increased," I say numbly, my thoughts drifting back to the case.
I've never felt so personal about a case. It's like he's taunting me, knowing exactly how to get under my skin.
"What does 'you can't' supposed to mean?" Caleb asks, pensive as he studies the close-up of the writing on the body.
