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Hiking her skirt up over her ass, he slides her panties to the side and slams inside her with one quick motion. She braces herself on the brick with her hands, and his frenzied pace makes her feel more alive than she’s ever felt before in her life.

He wants me. And needs me. He’s staying.

The idea of someone catching them turns her on a little more, and Jamie feels lightheaded as her orgasm slowly burns. It starts in her core and washes over her until she feels it in her fingertips and toes. Even her scalp tingles.

He holds her tightly against him after he’s found his release, still inside her. “You and me, baby doll,” he whispers. “We’ll figure it out.”

The words are right on the tip of her tongue, but Jamie can’t say them. Instead, she buries them deep inside until the time feels right, and she nods. “You and me.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Griffin’s Beach

Lex

“This guy is untouchable, Lex,” Grayson says and leans back in his chair.

His normally short hair hangs longer than Lex ever remembers seeing it before. Even in high school. He also sports a short beard when he’s normally clean-shaven.

“This is what you look like when you go undercover, isn’t it?” Lex asks.

“What?”

“The whole scruffy and unkempt look.”

Narrowing his eyes, he just shakes his head. “So what?”

She sits on the corner of his desk and looks at his computer screen. “There has to be something. Anything.”

“All his dirty laundry’s already out there. Embezzlement from four companies, yet he’s never been charged. There are more domestic violence calls than I can count, but again, no charges were ever filed. He has nothing to hide because it’s already out there.”

Tapping her fingers on her knee, she tilts her head. “Okay, what about looking into everyone who overlooks what he does? Can we attack the same way he does? Create a tug of war of sorts?”

“That could take years. This is going to sound really strange coming from me, but… maybe it’s best if the club… kills him. I mean, he can’t hold stuff over people if he’s, you know, not living.”

Staring in shock, she blinks. Grayson Tate, former cop with aspirations of becoming the Chief of Police, just suggested offing a guy. “Okay, yeah, that was… I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“Me, neither,” he admits.

“But do you really think we haven’t already thought about that? Sebastian said it would actually backfire, assuming we could get close enough.”

“You have to do something, Lex. It’s been over a month since they got locked up. They’ve already stabbed Brock. Who knows what else they’re going to do? Or what else they’ve already done.”

Ashley walks into the office, and smiles. “Hey, guys. Working late?”

There was a time where Grayson’s wife wouldn’t be so cool with him working alone with Lex. It would have sent her into a silent rage, but since getting married, she seems to accept the fact that there is nothing between the two of them.

“Brock got stabbed in prison, we’re not sure if anything else has happened, and your husband just suggested the club killthe guy who put him there,” Lex says. “The world has just been sucked into a vortex, and this an alternate reality we’re living.”

Rather than amused, Ashley looks disappointed. “Oh, I thought you were looking into the serial killer the cops can’t find.”

The De-Identified, as dubbed by the media, is no closer to getting caught than he was when the first body was found. And now they’ve found at least four. The killer goes out of his way to remove or disfigure identifying features, like fingerprints and teeth. By the time the police find them, the only option to identify them is through DNA. Which has come up empty thus far.

Grayson closes his eyes in annoyance. “We’ve talked about this, Ash. I can’t get involved in an active police case unless I’m hired by someone or invited it assist by the department.”

“It’s getting scary,” she counters. “And those women can’t be identified. This monster has taken everything from them. Their life, their voice, and their identity.”

“Well, the GBPD are on the case, so you know it’ll get solved,” Lex says and counts on her fingers. “I’d say we’ll know who the De-Identifier is when Hell freezes over. Or he’s annoyed with how little progress is being made.”

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