Because We Can! by John Locke

Author:John Locke [Locke, John]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781939927521
Amazon: B00DPJNYQ0
Goodreads: 18144211
Publisher: Calibre
Published: 0101-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

21.

THERE’S NOTHING CALLIE would like more than to tie this bitch up, strip her naked, and skin her alive. She’d give anything to make Kathleen suffer a long, slow death.

But Creed would know. He’d inspect her corpse and know she’d been tortured.

Moments ago she and Creed were talking about how one of the most humiliating things you can do to a cop is pull his pants down in public and write a message on his ass.

Assuming you don’t want to physically harm him.

That’s the difference, of course. Callie does intend to harm Kathleen. But can she torture her and somehow shift the blame?

Decker might be a good scapegoat. He obviously has some sort of connection to Creed. If he knows about Creed’s ancestors, he surely knows about Kathleen.

What if Callie tortures Kathleen and writes BWC on her ass with a grease pen? Would Creed buy it?

Would Kathleen even have a grease pen?

Of course she would. She’s a school teacher.

But there’s a problem. Decker hasn’t killed any civilians yet, so the crime wouldn’t fit the pattern. Because of that, if Kathleen’s death involves torture, Creed might suspect Callie. Much as she hates the idea, she needs to kill Kathleen quickly, and stage a robbery. A rape would be better, but where’s a girl going to find a penis when she needs one?

She releases her grip on Kathleen’s throat long enough to hear her blubbering something about her baby, but mostly she’s trying to wriggle free of Callie’s grip. That’s not going to happen. Callie has years of fighting experience, and Kathleen’s a frumpy school teacher.

“I warned you,” Callie says. “I warned you!”

“Please!” Kathleen says. “We had a deal!”

“We did. But you fucked me over.”

“It wasn’t me! It was—”

Callie grips Kathleen’s head with both hands and smashes it against the floor. It feels so good she does it again. And again and again till the back of Kathleen’s head bursts like a ripe mellon.

On the floor, three feet away, Kathleen’s cell phone rings.

The dial lights up. Callie sees a photo of Addie, who’s trying to call her mom. Was, in fact, dialing her mom’s number the very moment she was being murdered.

Callie feels a pang of remorse because Kathleen’s death means Miranda Rodriguez—the mother of Creed’s child—gets to live.

Which means she and Callie will be working together in a few short months.

Shit!

None of this would have happened if Kathleen hadn’t called Creed. Why the fuck did she call him? They had a deal.

She stands and strips, enters Kathleen’s house, takes a quick but thorough shower, picks out one of Kathleen’s frumpy outfits, puts it on, and spends 15 minutes staging the crime scene. She puts her own bloody clothes in a plastic kitchen bag, climbs out the garage window, and walks to her car.

As she unlocks the car door it suddenly hits her.

Kathleen’s cell phone will show she accepted a call from Callie’s phone!

The phone call will have bounced off the nearest cell tower, and the cell phone record will place Callie right smack in the middle of the crime scene.

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