Jennie and the FBI Agent.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Force always attracts men of low morality.

—Albert Einstein

JENNIE

LISA: Steak. I'll be taking you out for steak. Maybe even lobster

too. You like red meat and shellfish?

I grin when I see the random text from Lisa. Yesterday I was awkward, but then she called and made me forget how unversed I am with all this, because she didn't seem to mind.

ME: Yes and yes. I like wine too. Just FYI

LISA: Wine, got it. What are you doing today? Any chance you'll be in town for more coffee? Or a muffin, rather?

I finish concealing the final camera over the entry of the doorway.

Getting inside wasn't easy, considering Tyler or his wife locks the doors immediately when they get home or leave. But I finally managed to slip in and leave a window unlocked for later. There's only one of my targets planned who has a security system. That'll be on Jake to handle. Jake is a true best friend. How

many people you walk up to, tell them you want revenge, tell them your plan, and then they start helping you keep from getting caught?

I text Lisa back, finding it oddly calming to have a normal conversation while plotting. Maybe I really am psychotic.

ME: Not today. I'm on a trade review. I won't be back in until

tomorrow.

That's not entirely lie. I did a trade review... It just happened to be in the same town. Tyler's wife is out of town for work, which gives me plenty of time to check out his home.

The flooring is new, just like the rest of the home. No creaks is a damn good thing. My phone buzzes in my pocket as I check for anything that might pose a problem.

LISA: Tomorrow I'll be a few towns over. Juggling a few cases right now. People just can't seem to stop killing other people.

Gotta love irony.

We're so terribly mismatched that it's not even funny. If she'd seen the evil I've seen, she'd understand why some people deserve to

die.

ME: Have you ever had to kill someone?

Pretty sure that's not the best question to ask someone you've only had one coffee house date—if you can call that a date.

LISA: Many times. Not all cases end with the perp in jail,

unfortunately.

Well, she's killed numerous people the same way with the same

methodology so technically she's a serial killer too. It's logically truthful. Other than wearing a badge to find it legally justifiable,

we're the same. Well, I torture my victims first, but that's just nitpicking at facts.

LISA: Does that bother you?

I'm laughing before I can stop myself, happy that there's no one here to hear me. Morbid humor is not going to get me far in this relationship.

ME: Not at all. I'm sure you had to do it, or you wouldn't have done it at all.

Sometimes people don't find justice. Sometimes they have to take it. "Want to play, Victoria? You know you do." Ben's breath feels like acid against my forehead, and I manage to slam a knee up, connecting with his side. He curses and turns his head. "Hold her down!" he yells at Tyler. "Or I'll make sure she nails you a few times too." A scream pierces the night, but it's not mine. I refuse to let them hear mescream.

"You scream pretty," I hear Kyle saying, laughing from somewhere behind us, but I can't see him or what he's doing.

And I don't want to see. I don't even want to see what they're doing to me.

The memories used to leave me curled in a ball and crying for hours. Now they fuel me. Feed my mission. Make me a little murderous. Shaking my head, I move through the house quicker, hiding the last camera in the stuffed bear on Tyler's bed. Apparently his wife likes stuffed animals. Or at least I hope it's his wife who likes stuffed animals. I've trembled in fear over a guy who carries around a stuffed bear.

As I enter the last bedroom, I notice it's soundproofed with large amounts of studio padding meant for musicians. This will be the perfect room, since he doesn't have a basement. No windows are in here. No cameras will be added in this room. There are a few guitars lined up, all of them nice and shiny. His whole life is nice and shiny. Just like all of them.I can't wait to paint it red.