It's been a week since I saw Kyle's photo splashed on the front page. My stomach has hit the floor. Another john was found this time at Surfside.
I feel queasy. Dread forming in my chest. There was a serial killer on the loose and it seemed like he was targeting men that I had tangled with.
Or could it be, this man, this person, was after me? The place I worked for was a underground division. You had to be on the list to know the ends and outs of the house.
Benjamin Moore's face stared back at me. His beautiful green eyes bright with mischief. He was one of the few that actually talked to me like a companion, instead of a paid lady of the night.
Should I go to the police? No, I couldn't without revealing that I'm a call girl. I'd be brought up on many charges for that alone.
I couldn't. I'd let the police handle this. I definitely didn't want to be on the killers radar. My chest felt restricted. I would have to let my boss know that I had been in contact with the victims in the last month.
In case something was to happen to me. But then again my boss probably wouldn't care. He only cares about the dough I bring in with my special talents.
I had a feeling that this wouldn't end with Benjamin. And that Kyle was only the beginning.
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