Serial Killers Uncut by Blake Crouch & Jack Kilborn by JA Konrath

Author:JA Konrath
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: JA Konrath
Published: 2011-10-25T04:49:43+00:00

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“Where are you?”

“I have no idea.” My cell was tucked between my shoulder and my ear as I drove. “I think I’m still in Wisconsin. Wouldn’t there be some kind of sign if I entered another state?”

“Don’t you have the map I gave you?” Latham asked. “The directions?”

“Yeah. But they aren’t helping.”

“Are you looking at the map right now?”

“Yes.”

The map might have done me some good if I’d been able to see what was on it. But the highway was dark, and the interior light in my 1989 Nova had burned out last month.

“You can’t see it, can you?”

“Define see.”

I heard my fiancée sigh. “I just bought you a replacement bulb for that overhead lamp. I saw you put it in your purse. It’s still in your purse, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“And you can’t replace the bulb now, because it’s too dark.”

“That’s a good deduction. You should become a cop.”

“One cop in this relationship is enough. Why didn’t you take my GPS when I insisted?”

“Because I didn’t want you to get lost.”

A billboard was coming up on my right. MURRAY’S - NEXT EXIT. That was nice to know, but I had no idea what Murray’s was, or how far the exit was. Not a very effective advertisement.

“My interior light works, Jackie. I could have used Mapquest.”

“Mapquest lies. And don’t call me Jackie. You know I hate it when people call me Jackie.”

“And I hate it when you say you’d be here three hours ago, and you’re still not here. You could have left at a reasonable hour, Jack.”

He had a point. This was my first real vacation—and by that I mean one that involved actually travelling somewhere—in a few years. Latham had rented a cabin on Rice Lake, and he had driven there yesterday from Chicago to meet the rental owners and get the keys. I was supposed to go with him, and we’d been planning this for weeks, but the murder trial I’d been testifying at had gone longer than expected, and since I was the arresting officer I needed to be there. As much as I loved Latham, and as much as I needed some time away from work, my duty to put criminals away ranked slightly higher.

“Your told-you-so tone isn’t going to get you laid later,” I said. “Just help me figure out where I am.”

Another sigh. I shrugged it off. My long-suffering boyfriend had suffered a lot worse than this in order to be with me. I figured he had to be incredibly desperate, or a closet masochist. Either way, he was a cutie, and I loved him.

“Do you see the mile markers alongside the road?”

I didn’t see any such thing. The highway was dark, and I hadn’t noticed any signs, off-ramps, exits, or mile markers since I’d left Illinois. But I hadn’t exactly been paying much attention, either. I was pretty damn tired, and had been zoning out to AM radio for the last hour. FM didn’t work. Sometimes I wish someone would shoot my car, put it out of my misery.

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