Page 102 of Sinister Legacy
But we both know what lurks beneath. The lies and secrets buried deep.
So grab your shovel. It’s time to dig yourself into more trouble.
Who am I, you ask? Do you need another clue?
Welcome to the third act, Keira, where no one is safe. Not even you.
I read it over more than once, and my heart does a double beat each time.
“What the hell?” I whisper, staring at the words until they begin to blur.
The killer knows about what I did to Liam.
He knows I buried him in the woods.
“Oh, fuck.” I swallow thickly, carefully folding the letter back up. I somehow manage to place the note inside my bedside drawer and slide it closed, despite my trembling fingers. Common sense tells me I need to show Officer Wells this note, but I know I won’t.
If I do, Wells will ask dangerous questions.
I deleted my string of text messages with the killer, but I’ve watched enough crime documentaries in my time to know those can be retrieved, which is why I can’t give Wells any reason to be suspicious.
And this letter raises questions.
Questions I’m uncomfortable with. The killer knows that.
I draw in a steadying breath. In through my nose and out through my mouth. The killer won’t stop. Not until the game is finished, and we’ve crowned a winner.
I need to beat him at his own game.
Somehow…
Something that annoys the living fucking daylight out of me is that Liam is barely cold in the grave, and his friend Chris is already all over Keira now that he’s off again with Amanda.
And I’m forced to watch him put his arm around her shoulder during gym class and whisper in her ear with a shit-eating grin.
What does Keira do, the little troublemaker? She slides her gaze to me and smirks.
She’s fucking begging for a chase and a spanking.
I exact my revenge on Chris by throwing the ball full force at his face. And when the gym teacher blows his whistle, throwing me a death glare, I simply shrug my shoulders and extend my arms by my sides in a helpless gesture. “Sorry, Teach. Thought we were playing dodgeball.”
Chris pinches his bleeding nose while his friends fuss over him, including Keira. I’m going to spank her so fucking hard tonight that she won’t be able to sit for a week.
“Weareplaying dodgeball, King,” Teach booms, “but I’ll have you thrown out of class if you put my students in the hospital. Keep it out of my classroom, whatever bad blood is between you and Chris.”
I scoff, striding past Kara, Ava, and Hayley to stand at the back.
“Chris, go see the nurse.”
He walks out, flipping me the finger as he goes.
It’s with no small amount of satisfaction that I look back at Keira and raise a challenging brow. She looks too fucking good to eat in her tiny, navy-blue gym shorts and a gray T-shirt. Her long, pale legs go on for miles.
Of course I’d noticed her before Hayley made the dare that day. How could I not? She’s stunning. I didn’t openly drool over her, though, like the other male students. She was Liam’s trophy, and the allure of a serial killer’s daughter didn’t appeal to me then. But now that I’ve seen her darkness with my own eyes, I want more.
Teach, however, with his red cap, whistle on a string around his neck, and graying hair, looks fed up as shit with me. He has slugs for eyebrows and a beer gut, which is not big but noticeable. His creased T-shirt bears the school logo, and his blue joggers have seen better days.
Still, I respect him for putting up with the likes of me.
