Page 62 of Two for Joy

“It’s immoral, twisted. You killed innocent people…”

“So if they weren’t innocent you would’ve liked what I did.”

“No!”

Romeo kept searching, but he couldn’t see it in her eyes. Obsessed, lustful, possessive, but not a killer.

Holly wasn’t the Copycat Killer.

She started gathering her things.

“Wait.” Romeo said.

“I don’t want to talk to you when you’re like this.”

“I just needed to be sure.”

“Sure of what?”

Romeo turned away. “That you’re not like me.”

“In what way? A killer?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m a journalist, and a psychologist, not a murderer, nor am I someone who gets aroused at the idea of murder. I’m not a member of your twisted fan club.”

“This whole time you’ve been quizzing me to find a reason rather than accepting I’m a monster and killing is what I was born to do.” He shook his head. “There’s no way it could be you.”

“What isn’t me?”

“Months ago, you spoke to Will in the cell next to me, and he told you I have nightmares.”

“Yes, I remember. He said you call out about Chad, the farmhouse, and magpies.”

“Did you write about magpies in your article?”

“Why are you afraid of them?”

“Answer me.”

Holly licked her lips. “I mentioned your nightmares, and the significance of magpies.”

“What significance? What do you mean?”

“Why you’d dream of magpies, the meaning behind such dreams, and most articles said about them being negative, but there was one I found interesting. The magpie visits youto tell you that you need to speak up. Express your truth, and I thought that was very fitting for you. You get nightmares because you haven’t told your side of your story yet, your truth isn’t out, not until it’s published.”

Romeo gawped, the air left his chest, he could hear his heart in his throat. “Wait… I told you about the dogs.”

“Tristram Adams’s dogs?”

“Yeah, and I told you about the movie I left on at number three’s, Georgie—I told you, the place I paused it, the smiling face. Did you write about it in your article?”

“Yeah, they were exclusives, I’d be stupid not to.”

Romeo leaned back in his chair. “Where’s the article?”

“It’s on my laptop.”

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