Nathan
Sitting in my vehicle, the street before me is only lit by a street lamp this night.
"Grayson, do you have eyes on Shirley st?" The radio buzzes.
"Copy that." I reply.
"We suspect activity in your area. Tall man in a dark leather jacket. Code 142." The radio chimes.
"I'm watching." I reply.
I've been working this case for the past year now, trying to catch this guy. My boss from the FBI finally sent me over to Florida from New York to investigate and hopefully catch him.
Working security at The Night Tease is actually a cover to help get me closer to finding this serial killer. The only issue is that we don't have a damn clue what his identity is. The man is very intelligent and has been getting away with this shit for over a year now.
He leaves clues behind after each victim, almost like he wants us to know it was him who did it, like some fucking game. His biggest clue that gives us a lead is carving his damn nickname initials onto the backs of the victims. "SK" for being known as the "Shadow Killer."
Every time we get close, it onlys ends up as a mislead. Just when we think we found the guy, we discover he's already two steps ahead of us. He strategically plants evidence at each location, teasing the FBI like he's there, only to realize he left that location hours ago and is already onto the next victim.
Whoever this guy is . . He's good. He's smart. Highly trained too. Now that I'm here in Jacksonville, where most of the killings have occurred, I hope to finally catch the bastard. This man has already gotten away with at least 18 different killings, both men and women. We can't let this go on any longer.
Suddenly, a dark figure crosses the street.
Is that him?
No leather jacket, but is wearing a dark hoodie.
He's walking too casual to be suspicious. I'll just keep an eye on him.
I watch as he makes his way over to The Night Tease.
False alarm.
Checking the time, I realize it's time for my shift.
I open the car door and head inside the building.
Madison just finished her show as I walk in. She catches a glimpse of me and smiles before hopping off stage.
I grin warmly at her as we approach each other.
"Hey!" She giggles as her face flushes.
"Hey, Madison." I greet.
"Oh, M-Maddie. You can just call me Maddie." She giggles.
"Okay, Maddie." I grin.
She giggles again at the ground, her face beet red.
Over her shoulder, I recognize the man from the other night, the one bothering Saphire. He's the one I saw crossing the street earlier.
He's already talking to her again.
I frown at him.
Saphire is just being nice. It's obvious she's not into him, but she won't do anything about it to keep him away.
Maybe she's right, he's harmless . . For now. I'll definitely keep an eye on him.
I notice Saphire is squeezing her left bicep as he speaks. She's nodding her head as he speaks, but she looks uncomfortable.
YOU ARE READING
Shadows of the Night
RomansaSabrina works the night shift at The Night Tease, where she is issued with an obsessed stalker. From innocent text messages, to dangerous encounters, she depends on the security guard, Nathan, to protect her. Nathan is a highly trained, under co...