Page 48 of His Trick

Dumbass ignored me with another gruff snort, and I looked at the bodies again. They just lay there, half-covered by dirt and leaves. It was sloppy as fuck.

Naughty Sunshine. If you want to get me in trouble, perhaps be more prudent in your work.

He hadn’t even finished the job. But I noticed everything he left. Picked up every detail and latched onto the message he wanted me to see. The way the female’s jaw tilted, and the bend of her fingers.

Recognition struck like ice water.

And I froze.

Oh fuuuuuck.

I was hard instantly. My blood was pumping wildly in my veins as I realized…

My eyes darted to the chewed skin of the woman’s neck, the crusted dark hair that pointed to being wet before death, instead of drying properly. This wasn’t just any scene. This wasn’t random. These bodies were moved here.

I swallowed harder, trying to phase out Hale’s voice as I continued to follow the clues laid out for me. My gloved hands gripped the tarp like a lifeline, on the verge of fucking coming in my damn pants at the wit.

Hale was still there, grumbling and oblivious. “Not a surprise you get a chode from a crime scene, you freak.”

“Yeah,” I said absently, too fixated on the art in front of me.

They’re mine. These are my victims.

That explained the little shit’s weakened state this morning. He had to have taken hours during the night to pull this off.

Fear and fucking hardcore lust shot through me in waves, making me dizzy.

Hale made a noise, distracted by a fallen branch, and I seized the moment to breathe without him breathing down my neck. My heart hammered in my chest.

Oh, Sunshine. You’re trying to get me in trouble. Do I need a spanking, Baby Boy?

Step by step, I pushed down the lust and spikes of adrenaline from being caught so that I could finish the cleanup. The coroner arrived, along with some other crew members, and I was able to take notes and pack up my gear.

I walked back to my truck on autopilot. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as his words replayed in my mind from earlier. He knew I’d figure it out. He had to have stayed up all night to pull this off. It made sense why his reflexes were so delayed when I shoved him against the wall.

Hale jabbed at the mud with his boot, distracted by the smallest details, and yet completely unaware of the puzzle pieces in front of him. All of them led to me, if you looked close enough.But no one was, and I smiled. They were packing away my kills and closing the case to chase a known criminal already in their files.

The easy option.

The quiet one.

Perfect.

I waved to the ladies. Kiki and Rai were now in the safety of the truck as they were hauled off.

The world didn’t know my secret. Hale, the blubbering windbag, didn’t know. Hell, no one even suspected it.

But Shiloh Anderson did.

And that knowledge burned hotter than any chemical in my bag.

Hale banged on my window, and I jolted, annoyed at being interrupted from my thoughts.

“What do you want?”

“Why are you fucking jerking off in a crime scene, lab nerd? Your nasty ass needs to be fired for fuck’s sake.”

I started to laugh, but when I looked down, I was staring at the silver piercing looped in the head of my dick with my hand wrapped around it.