Page 3 of Vows From Hell

Someone was covering for him.

Evidently, it was someone of higher authority and status, with enough money to make any evidence of Micah’s killings disappear.

Which brought me to my next theory.

What if he was killing for money? A serial killer turned a hitman wasn’t too hard to imagine; however, I struggled to comprehend just why someone would help out Micah.

With a sigh, I collected all the documents scattered on the fluffy black carpet and neatly put them back in the file. I lay on my back, staring into the ceiling as my mind started to fully process the information.

If he had enough time to kill, he had more than enough time to come back to me.

Yet he didn’t.

And by the looks of it, he had no plans to in the near future. He was forcing my hand to accept this deal and find him with the help of the police. I tried, for months, to track him down. It wasn’t as if I’d been completely oblivious to his little antics, though there were things out of my reach.

I glanced at my phone, noticing that it was six in the morning. I didn’t sleep last night, nor did I feel tired. If anything, I had too much energy and nowhere to spend it.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed and an unknown caller appeared on the screen,

“Hello?”

“I apologize for calling you so early in the morning, Professor Peyton.’’ Kyle’s voice filtered through the line. “However, I’ll need your answer now.”

“Why? Did anything happen?”

He took a deep breath. “Yes. There was another murder late last night. Although we’re still uncertain of the culprit, we have reason to believe it’s him.’’

A knot formed in my throat, and I was barely able to speak through the ache.

“Where?”

“New York.’’

I closed my eyes briefly. “Isn’t New York operated by the Russian mafia, mainly? Can you be sure they aren’t involved?”

“Even if they are, it’s a good opportunity to take care of them as well.’’

I removed the phone from my ear and snorted.

Now, I was sure. Kyle was unbelievably arrogant.

Saying that he alone wanted to take down a criminal organization that had been around longer than he was alive was ridiculous .

His arrogance knew no bounds, but perhaps that was exactly what I needed to track Micah down.

“Alright.’’ I returned the device to my ear. “I’ll accept your offer.’’

“You won’t regret it.’’ I already did regret it. “I’ll send you all information. Can I expect you on the next flight over to New York?”

“I’ll be there on Monday.’’

Now all that was left for me to do was thoroughly study. I needed to be prepared for everything that might come my way and I could not allow myself to do this sloppily.

A grin formed on my lips.

Soon, Micah.

I’d make him regret ever picking me. The bastard wasn’t even aware of what I had planned for him. I’d confine him in the prettiest cage and keep him as my marionette forever. Once he was back within my reach, I wasn’t going to let go.

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