A new target.
This time it was a young man who stood to inherit millions.
He was a bit harder to follow, spending his days on the local college campus and his nights in a secured apartment complex.
But Bennett knew how to use the small playing field to his advantage.
He would just watch a little longer, find the perfect time to approach. Perhaps as the boy walked to class, he could bump into him. Maybe he could catch him in the library. Or he could wait in the men's room, as he did now.
It wasn't ideal, but he was confident.
He just had to wait for the boy's afternoon coffee to do its work.
He didn't have to wait long; he'd been watching carefully for the last few days.
The boy came in, barely gave Bennett a second glance as he pushed open the door on the third stall.
Before he could latch it shut, Bennett gave the door a shove.
The boy stared at him, having stumbled back against the toilet. "Dude, this stall is—" His words failed as Bennett raised his gun.
"Not another word."
"You can have this stall, I can leave, please—"
"I said, not another word." And with that, he pulled the trigger.
The boy collapsed where he stood, crumpling between the stall and the toilet.
Pathetic.
Bennett let himself out of the stall and tucked his gun away again.
He washed his hands and then left the bathroom.
He had other places to be.
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HUNT
Mystery / Thriller***Sequel to HUSH*** Three years after murdering his wife and two children, Bennett Rhodes is still on the loose. The case goes cold, with no sightings and no new murders. However, Detective Mick Lancaster knows that Rhodes is still out there, bidin...
