His deadly obsession

laundry basket. The file, luckily, was dry. She had wra

tting herself slowly sink into it until she was underwater. This was something she did regularly. Sh

t felt like to die, how her victims felt

she used to dry off her hair. She moved to the bedroom, where she slipped into her l

kitchen, prepping herself a cup of coffee, bla

e couch when she began to hear a

nnoyin

a seat, picked up the cup of coffee, took two sips, letting the bi

ing so hard to focus but the hammering on the w

investigate the murder of a tenant," She dropped

answer. Not until she banged on his door like sh

ed her. "Do you miss me so much that you had to come

tience, or you won't be able to han

head of yours had a functioning brain, you would have realized that this is an apartment buildin

hes hanger," Asher apologized. "I had

g. I'm trying to work, but your h

it this night because I have wor

head, closed her eyes, and took d

deaf, Mr

ss complainer,"

of my work, so postpone whatever carpentry work you're doing until mor

's too loud," he brought out earplugs from God knows where, and he handed

is hand. "I don't want you ha

here is complaining, your opinion doesn'

door in utter disbelief. The urge to put two bullets in her

me louder than before. She gave up and went to bed, co