Busted chapter 72
[Only one or two parts to go. Racing to the end now]
That sent a chill down Chris' spine and left a lump in his stomach. 'Hungry' was always bad with the violently insane. Not that he had a whole lot of experience with those. He was a detective in a small city police department. He had to deal with drugs and gangs and the occasional psychopath. As deep as he'd dived into the case, the state guys were right. He hadn't ever dealt with this stuff. Not that they had, but that was a problem for another day.
What he did have was a connection with this guy, whether he wanted it or not. He also had a reputation as being big and not too smart. That was an image he and Steve had gone out of their way to cultivate, and most people were more than happy to accept. People were sloppy around stupid people. They made mistakes, and Chris needed this guy to make a mistake.
If he didn't want food, what did he want? He was clearly insane. He'd killed seventeen people that they knew about, and probably had a trail of bodies left behind him in Arizona. Much as he hated to think about it, if this guy had preyed mainly on gang members and drug dealers, he wouldn't have been too high a priority to track down.
The way he talked made it sound like he was looking for something exotic, or less tangible. Hernandez and his girlfriend had been killed normally enough. The hiker out in Woodstock had been in the woods for too long to tell if there was much special about her death. Mike's professor friend had been expertly gutted, and had part of his liver missing. The gang in Harford had their throats slit, though the palm reader that had been killed with them had been partly flayed and had her eyes removed. Chris shuddered to think what would've happened to Joe if he hadn't gotten free. What was likely to happen to him.
There had been an element of ritual, of something supernatural, in all the murders but the first. That could mean a lot of things, none of them good. It chilled Chris' blood to think maybe something truly supernatural was involved. He shouldn't think it, it ought to be nonsense. But there was Alex. Alex changed everything, and maybe this was real.
Flashes of horror movies ran through Chris' mind, and he regretted every single one he'd ever seen. They never ended well, and he feared this wouldn't, as the monster ate his soul, or something equally nasty. Which might well be what this
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