Page 71 of Obsession

“There’s more.”

I nod.

“Next up, Margaret Sellier. Flowers show up at her door. Like the others, same thing, goes on a date with a stranger and doesn’t return. That time, he was with three buddies fishing in Panama, and couldn’t possibly have kidnapped anyone, yet…”

Her voice trails off. I wait for her to finish.

“Yet there’s actual DNA evidence to prove it was him.”

I shake my head. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“We don’t know who struck us yesterday in the car, but we do know that whoever this person or persons are, they’re specifically targeting people who…” She flushes pink. “Who mean something toyou.But… you didn’t know me until yesterday.”

I can’t tell her that isn’t true. She’d run.

No one knew she mattered to me.

“I say we go back to the bar. I say we bait him. He has bartenders there that slip roofies in drinks for him so he can do his thing, right? At least the one we already took care of.”

“Right.”

“Then use me as bait.”

“Nofuckingway.”

My hands have risen to her shoulders, and she gently pushes them down to rest on her thighs.

“Yes. I can go in and pretend I’m asking more questions, searching for more answers. I’ll be a sitting duck drawing him out, and the entire time, we’ll have your team keep looking to see what they can find. He’s already tried to get me anyway; we’ll just make it that much easier for us to find him.”

“No.And if you try to do it on your own, I swear to God, Violet?—”

“I know, I know, you’ll tie me up, right?”

I curse under my breath, and she waves me off.

“He’s watching us. You know he is. You know he was at my place and he knows I’m here now, he has to, if his motive is to get the people that matter to you.”

I shake my head. I hate that my sister’s missing. I hate that she’s in danger. But there has to be another way.

Holding my gaze, her voice softens. She takes one of my hands from her thigh and turns it around so she cups it in two of her own. “We have to do something.”

My throat feels tight. I nod. “Yeah.”

“We have to find out who he is. Let’s sit with your team and piece together what we have. But I really think our time’s better spent at the bar than here or questioning those poor survivors who were traumatized anyway.”

I cringe. “Right.”

Her eyes harden. “I looked at the pictures of the victims. I’ve made connections. And I saw some things I never, ever want to see again.” She cringes. “I won’t tell you details because of Skylar, but believe me, we need to stop this guy.”

“Agreed.” I pull away from her with reluctance. “Let’s go.”

We’re ten minutes out. I love the way she’s hyper-focused and aware, her back ramrod straight as she sits next to me in the truck.

“Some people like pretty cars,” she says softly, fingering the leather details on the interior of my truck. “Some like race cars or convertibles or expensive, luxury cars. I mean, your Audi’snice,” she says with a shrug, in the same tone of voice one might say,I mean, it’ll do.

I feel the corners of my lips quirk up.It’ll do. “But you?”

She sighs contentedly and runs her hands palms down over the leather-clad dash. “If I could, I would spread my legs for this truck and fuck it good and hard, cowgirl style.”

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