Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 33

Work has been chewing my ass and spitting it back out. Repeatedly.

Files were beginning to find their place on my desk more at home as time went on. The media was becoming more a circus as the news broke out about another incident.

Police have said another victim was killed. They're looking into the possibility of the killer being connected to be previous victims.

Three years ago a specific number of girls were killed and later the man vanished.

But what makes these killings so relatable to the past, you may ask? They found the suspect chooses victims all from the same category. Typically young women in their early twenties, excellent grades, excellent everything.

Normally I wouldn't allow this type of information interfere with my work but upon having a conversation with Natasha, something stuck out and hasn't been able to leave my mind since she spoke it.

"Doesn't that describe you perfectly." It wasn't a question. It was a factual statement.

It described me perfectly.

"What happened to Liam by the way?" The sound of Natasha's voice brought me away from any distracting thoughts.

I frowned, "I haven't spoken or seen him for a while... why?"

Natasha shrugged with a small hidden glimpse, "I just remembered you were with him at that party we went to."

"He and I cut ties."

Leaning forward against her desk Natasha asked why.

"I can't explain it, - he was acting strange."

"Maybe he's like the killer." She laughs, "it makes perfect sense. He friended you because you fit the description but then you backed out."

Despite Natasha's word being meant as a joke, I still caught myself not chiming into her laughter. Instead, a very strange feeling was spreading inside of me.

As time went on and more files filled my desk, there was one I was struggling against.

Mr Black was kind enough to offer me his help and time. It would be foolish of me if I didn't except. And so, here I was after office hours, sitting beside Black as we both shared the files.

I was glad to have landed a boss as reliable and helpful as him. In the past when I was working little odd jobs here and there, it turned out even small bakery boss' could be arrogant pricks who didn't care about their employees.

But unlike them, Black was young, wealthy, CEO of an extremely successful law firm and most importantly, - he was good looking. I'd be a fool not to notice that.

Counting down his traits made me realise the slight resemblance he and Harry held; Young, rich, successful and charming.

And yet, despite that, they were polar opposites.

Harry fitted my predictions better than Black did.

Or did he?

I did more than well in my law classes, ie, reading people and their predictabilities.
But since meeting Harry and Black, I had my first real difficulty predicting what they were thinking and what their motives were. It frustrated me to no end.

Especially Harry.

My mind wondered and recalled the night we were both sitting on the sofa. I would have done a lot to get even and inkling into his mind in that very moment.

If there was maybe more than just lust.

When the last folder was finally completed, I thanked Mr Black once again before collecting my belongings and heading out.