Page 98 of Vetted for Vengeance
I thought a man like Whittle would be far away from here, keeping his hands clean.
I thought he was out of my reach.
Far away where I couldn't get him.
But if he's here, and I can find him, then he's mine.
A man who likes to watch.
Now, where would he be hiding?
I leave via the back door, stalking around my own house. It feels different. Usually, I don't want to crush the flowers because it leaves evidence; here it's because I care.
Noah has shown me how to care about something other than myself. Someone other than me.
I slip around the side of my practice and creep forward.
There he is.
The arrogant man who thinks he's untouchable.
He thinks he can look in through my window at what is mine.
He thinks he can watch my innocent boy feeding those tiny puppies.
He's about to learn what a monumental mistake that is.
My socks are silent on the gravel drive as I creep closer to him.
Raising the syringe, I pull the cap off with my teeth. It slides into Whittle's neck before he even knows I'm here.
His body jerks once, sharp and instinctive, but I’m already stepping back, watching.
The drug works fast. It always does.
His knees buckle, hands grasping for something that isn’t there as his body forgets how to stay upright. I catch him before he hits the ground.
Killing again so soon after a double murder is not part of my routine. A kill usually cleanses my mind for up to a year before the urges creep back in. But not this time. It wasn't because a double murder woke something in me. It's because I didn't experience the soul-soothing peace that usually follows a kill. Instead, I found the chaotic whirlwind of Noah’s life.
He won't understand. He won't accept this part of my being, but I can't stop. Even with the brother's disappearance still being investigated, I can't stop.
I'm not even sure another kill will make anything better, but I need this chaos to end, and there is only one way to do that.
I know everything about my victim; no planning or research required.
I've learned everything I need to know about the brothers over the few months leading up to my decision to kill the brothers andlet him live. Whittle is just one more piece of the same puzzle. Now, this whole mess ends.
That's when my mind decides to questions what Noah would think of this. What would he think if he were awake to watch this?
Would he still have unlocked the door at the kennels if he knew what the future held?
I push the doubt down and grab the body under his arms, dragging him across the garden back towards my house.
The hard part is done. Or it should be.
The body is secure. The biggest risk is over.
Now I just have to get him inside.
