Page 98 of The Sniper
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JAYDEN
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Noah isn’t answeringhis fucking phone.He doesn’t have my number, and I realize he’s right in the mix of things down there with Tiffany, but I need to talk to him.
No, you don’t.
You have a bad feeling, and it could be your anxiety.
Fuck, the voices in my head make me feel even more goddamn insane than normal.
What would I have said if he’d answered?Something like,the woman I slept with is torturing me in my dreams each night.Unreasonable, given I gave her six orgasms.I miss her like crazy, and so apparently, I think we have this sixth sense about one another.Henceforth, I believe she might be about to die.Mind putting her on the phone?
Or throwing her over your shoulder and delivering her to me.
Christ, I’m losing it.
I set up my rifle, lean the tripod on the ground, and lie down.Today I’m not in a fighter jet, there’s no desert sand getting fucking everywhere.Just good old American green grass.
Yet, being here feels crucial.
Or perhaps it’s time to admit how I feel about this woman and how dangerous the crimes are that have taken place.It’s triggering me.
This is the fucked-up thing about anxiety; you just don’t know what is real and what isn’t.I start thinking about the cops and why they haven’t found the offender.What’s taking them so long?Why are there no goddamn fingerprints?
How did he or she get inside the house that night I was there and disconnect the fucking security system?
The answer is probably that they are professional thieves and having fun fucking with her, the cops and media.People like that thrive on the thrill.
Tiffany steps out onto the runway and looks absolutely fucking stunning.Her dress hugs her slim figure like a glove.The diamonds glisten in the Californian sunshine, and cameras start clicking, adding to the flashes I’m seeing from a distance.
What am I doing here?
Cursing, I lift my head and wonder if I should just go home.I’ve already spotted all the BHS guys around the venue.They know what they’re doing.Hell, many of them are far more experienced than I am.
I place my eye back on the scope and move my weapon so I can survey more of the area.
If this is a diamond smuggling ring, surely they aren’t going to try anything with all the press here today.Not only that, but there are also hundreds of people standing behind the barriers.Witnesses.
People like that thrive on the thrill.
Shit.That means this could be right up their alley.
Tiffany continues down the runway, swaying her hips, eyes straight ahead.God she could be a supermodel.
In minutes this will be over, then I’ll drive home and never have an excuse to see her again.
My teeth clench.
