Chapters (68)
- Biding Time
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Acknowledgments
- Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
- Going on Red
- Choices
- Born Out of Wedlock
- Give Me A Reason
- Mistletoe
“Yes, and when that happened, I’d call in sick with a migraine and head out of town. Just in case I couldn’t stop myself from killing anyone, I wanted to make sure that didn’t happen near where I lived. There are enough gay bars around that I never had a problem finding and then convincing a couple of lesbians they wanted to have a good time with me. They’d take me back to their place, and then I would spend a few days feeding on them. Thankfully, I never killed any of them, and once I had my fill, I compelled them to forget.”
“And you have no problems with compelling people to forget a day or two of their lives or convincing them they want to have an orgy? Screwing with their minds like that?”
“Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it until you brought it up that night in the restaurant, but no. It’s not like I had much of a choice, and like you said, if it’s not in their nature, they won’t do it. Sort of like when I suggested that the property management folks convert the attic into apartments. If it weren’t a good idea, they wouldn’t have done it.”
“That was your idea?”
“Yeah. For my plan to work, I needed to be close to you, and although I’ve killed lots of people over the years, I didn’t see a point in murdering one of your neighbors just to get my hands on their apartment. Through my research, I knew that company basically had carte blanche in taking care of the building, so a few whispered suggestions was all it took to convince them they’d get a bit more bang for their buck if they converted the attic, and they did. With the low ceilings, I also usually had the floor to myself, and since you lived right below me, I could hear you come and go.”
“And what was your plan exactly? No,” Bennett said, holding up a finger. “Let me guess. You were going to make me fall in love with you, and once that happened, you’d confess your sins, and we’d join forces to bring down your brother.”
“Initially, yes, except I didn’t know you. Once I met you and listened to your stories, and especially after meeting Lisa, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.”
“Why?”