“Next time you find him, shoot him in the head, to kill, no matter who needs to die for that to happen.” He arched an eyebrow, authoritative. “Are we clear?”
The implication in his unspoken words made the hairs on my body stand on end. For a moment, I just blinked at him.
“Yes, boss,” I mocked at last, shrugging.
He nodded, indifferent, although the smile that opened on his lips when he heard the name I called him did not go unnoticed. Alan slapped the back of my car.
“Welcome to the hunt for the Grimwood Ripper, Investigator Cross.”
“Wait, investigator?” I shouted, unable to hide my enthusiasm.
But Alan had already turned his back on me and was walking toward his own vehicle with his hands in his pockets.
"Miss Cross?"
I diverted my gaze from the magazine in my hands to the man in
