Needing (Voices) by Masters Sarah

Author:Masters, Sarah [Masters, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2013-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Ronan Dougherty looked disgusting. No other word for it. Not only had his arms been hacked off, but he’d been eviscerated, his insides outside, much like Glenn’s mother. They sat in a pile on his stomach, the skin of which was pulled back like a half-peeled orange, forgotten by the person who had wanted to eat it. Blood coated the beige carpet beneath him, a living room carpet that, everywhere else, was clean and well cared for. Ronan’s place was tidy—a man who liked order, cleanliness, Oliver guessed—the surfaces recently polished, now marred by arcs of blood splatter that spoke of a frenzied knife attack. The way the blood had landed on the walls and ceiling indicated it had been cast off, droplets flying off a knife before the blade was plunged back into the body.

Alex had been angry here, unable to contain it. Had stabbed and stabbed, possibly long after Ronan had died. Those drugs, God, they changed a human into a monster.

Langham sighed, standing on one leg to put on a protective bootie. “I’ve seen angry kills before, but this is something else. Think of Louise. Imagine what she’d have looked like if you hadn’t turned up. Yep, Alex went back, finished what he’d started, but her body wasn’t like this one. This resembles Glenn’s parents. It’s like they killed her together—but we know they didn’t.”

“Maybe they escalate with each kill.” Oliver cocked his head, waiting for Ronan to make contact. He wasn’t sure if he could take that now, if he could listen to what the poor man had to say. He was tired. So fucking tired. “Maybe the drugs make them worse the longer they take them. Higher doses or whatever. Could produce differing results from the same killer.”

Bootied up, Langham stepped forward, then crouched beside the body. “The strands are here. Most definitely Alex’s work.”

Oliver stepped from foot to foot, his booties rustling. No way was he getting any closer to that body. Like Louise the second time around, Ronan had no face. His scalp had been treated like an orange too, yanked back to expose a bloody, rounded dome of skull with a harsh, jagged divot marring it.

“Blunt force trauma,” Langham said. “Looks like the butt of a gun. Rectangular.”

“But if Alex had a gun and just wanted to kill to stop Ronan speaking out, why not just shoot him?”

“Because the drugs make him want to kill in a frenzy, to obliterate the victim bearing any resemblance to a human being. I’m guessing, by the way, but that makes sense to me. Feels like I’m on the right track. If you just want to kill someone, to keep their mouth shut, you generally don’t see this kind of rage. Rage means emotion, a connection, that it’s personal.”

“So Alex took it personally that Louise and Ronan had made moves to expose him, the Privo shit, is that it?”

“Who knows?” Langham stood, stared down at the body. “He was messed up well before the drugs by the sound of it.

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