They took too much.
Left too little.
I had nothing to lose... until her.
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"You sure you'll be able to sit in on this?" I ask Colet as I walk in, pulling my sweatshirt off.
"Waited too long, and I'm pissed off enough to handle the gore tonight, Aiah. Just looking at him makes me want to kill him. I'll be fine."
"It'll be the worst," I remind her.
She rolls her shoulders back. "I'll let you know if I need a break. But I doubt I will for this one." Her jaw tics, and I nod, looking idly at the selection of shiny knives that are just waiting to turn red.
"What vehicle did you drive?" Colet asks me randomly.
"The Lexus you parked at Karylle's old house."
"No one saw you?"
I shake my head to answer her question.
"Mikha?" she asks.
"I'll tell her I took the bus until I could call a cab."
My eyes lift to hers. "Why the third degree?"
She purses her lips. "They know you have a partner now. It's just a matter of time before they unravel the whole thing, Aiah."
She holds up her phone as the cameras catch them all heading into the thick of the woods. Dogs are going crazy, but they won't find anything. Everything was tossed into the water after I saturated the clothing and mask in bleach.
"We knew we couldn't afford the time to leave behind fresh drag marks. It was inevitable they'd learn of a partnership," I say casually, moving toward the viewing window.
Kyle is banging against the one-way glass that serves as a mirror from his perspective. In fact, the entire box he's screaming inside is full of this glass, other than the ceiling, which is actually a mirror. The walls are bulletproof, practically impossible to break, despite his frantic punching and kicking.
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His hand is a bloody mess from trying to punch through it, and I smirk. Maybe I know he hates small spaces and planned this beautiful killing spot two years ago. Maybe I built this underground tomb full of mirrors just for him.
Just for his death.
Colet already stripped him of his clothing, leaving him completely naked and vulnerable. The sight of Kyle's naked body makes my stomach roil.
"Was Jeremy suspicious?" Colet asks as I flip on the intercom switch, allowing us to hear the endless threats spilling from the lips of my next victim.
He doesn't know how empty those threats are.
"No. The police called him when they couldn't reach me immediately, since he took it personally that the Boogeyman attacked after he let his guard down on his quest to a bigger, better case. His guilt-induced involvement actually helps us because I had to see him, and he's far more reliable as a witness to my whereabouts than any regular cop. He's watching my house, convinced I'm inside right now."
