By Cody McFadyen
For FBI exact Agent Smoky Barrett, her colleague’s marriage ceremony is reason for party. till a lady staggers down the aisle—incoherent, donning just a white nightgown. A fingerprint cost determines that she’s been lacking for almost 8 years. Her coldly effective captor toyed together with her brain and physique, imprisoning her, depriving her of any touch with the skin global. As Smoky suits jointly the items of what is still of the victim’s fractured existence, a chilling photo emerges of a cerebral psychopath who doesn’t take homicide individually, by no means makes a mistake, follows his personal sinister good judgment, and has set the best trap.
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The room is filled with the sounds of people too busy eating to talk: clinking of utensils against china, the crunch of bacon being bitten into, the quiet slurp-and-swallow of orange juice and coffee disappearing into stomachs. I’m on my second cup of coffee, and between the shower, the great breakfast, and the relative harmony of my home, I’m feeling awake and alert and refreshed. I eat the last of my eggs and push my plate forward. I rub my stomach in an exaggerated way and roll my eyes heavenward.
I’ve worked with this man for years. We’ve commiserated over corpses. He’s held me when I cried. He knew Matt and Alexa and loved them both. He was at their funerals, by my side, dressed in black and shedding tears without shame. He loves Bonnie and likes the heck out of Tommy. Alan is some of that rare connective tissue that still links my past and present. The idea of him leaving, of watching his back as he recedes into a life that would include so much less of me, makes me feel both sad and fearful.
They’ve both seen murder, and Tommy has killed people. Funny thing is, the differences don’t make me long for the past. I find them appropriate, even comforting. Civilians in my life have too hard a time. I see my exit approaching, and I allow myself to consider all the current uncertainties for one last time tonight. They won’t be allowed past my threshold. What am I going to decide about the strike team? Another: What about the secret Tommy and I are sharing? The last. What about the secret I’m not sharing with anyone?