Her Last Desire (A Rachel Gift FBI Suspense Thriller—Book 8) by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2023-03-09T18:30:00+00:00

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He heard her moving through the house, her footsteps soft and somehow reassuring. He closed his eyes, listened, and waited.

He’d watched her enough to know that she never used the back door. It was at the corner of her garage and entered through a small mudroom of sorts. If for some reason she happened to go back there—for shoes or a coat, perhaps—then she’d see where he’d forced himself in. He’d done his best not to make a mess, but he was sure there were signs of a break-in somewhere along the floor or the doorframe.

But as the seconds stretched on into minutes, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be heading that way. He could hear her in the kitchen. She was running water, then something was pouring, and then there was a beep. Probably making coffee. He then heard the sounds of rummaging, of things being shifted around in cabinets.

After another few seconds, he heard her moving again. Her footsteps, light and with the assured weight of a place they knew well. She was coming his way, drawing closer. And when she stepped into the bathroom, he did not get too excited. He stood in the tub, hidden behind her navy-and-teal colored shower curtain, hunkered down just the slightest little bit.

She cut on the water at the sink and sighed. She said something to herself, something that sounded like, “Move on.”

He knew when he wanted to strike. He’d thought long and hard about this—as he’d thought long and hard about the others he’d claimed. There was a particular sound he was waiting for, a moment when she’d be particularly unsuspecting. He waited calmly as she continued to run the water. She then started to do something with her hair and then, a few minutes later, he heard the sound.

She was brushing her teeth. He could nearly smell the mint of the toothpaste. A smile touched his lips as he reached up for the shower curtain, He took it gently in his hands, took a deep, quiet breath, and pulled it open.

He only saw her eyes in the mirror as they met his. Even then, the muscle memory of morning routine carried on. There were a few more scrubs of her teeth and by the time she understood what was happening, the toothbrush falling from her lips, it was too late.

By then, his hands were already on her.

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