Splintered by SJD Peterson

Author:SJD Peterson [Peterson, SJD]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 16

IF THERE was one good thing that came out of the shittiness that had been the last couple of days, it was Todd Hutchinson. It didn’t even bother Noah that Hutch might see him as a coward, he’d change that persona soon enough. Nor did it bother him any longer that he’d relived the worst moments of his life or that Hutch had witnessed him doing so. As Hutch sat across the table from him, munching on fries from the takeout order that had just arrived, he looked at Noah, not with contempt but compassion. Noah liked the look shining in Hutch’s dark blue eyes; it softened them as well as the hard features of his face.

From the first moment he’d laid eyes on Hutch, Noah had been attracted to him. It was more than just his position, intelligence, or profession—although those things were a turn-on too—physically, Noah had never seen a sexier man than the agent, in real life or in fantasy.

His dark hair was always mussed from the way he was constantly running his fingers through it, something Noah ached to do. He also would love to run his palm along the perpetual stubble along Hutch’s strong jaw. That wasn’t the only place Noah would love to rub on Special Agent Hutchinson, against, off, whatever. And just how sick was that?

He was studying one of the worst serial killers he’d ever encountered, a sick and twisted individual who was now watching him, photographing him, and yet, at the moment, none of it seemed to be enough to dampen the thrill of excitement Hutch produced in him. Noah gave himself an internal shake and stabbed his fry in ketchup before popping it into his mouth. He needed to focus on why Hutch was sitting across from him eating greasy take-out food. Although he was surprised he could eat given the news Hutch had shared with him. A severed penis? Noah shuddered.

“So he hasn’t contacted any other investigators?” Noah prodded.

“Not that we are aware of,” Hutch responded around a bite of his burger.

“Why you? Numerous deaths, even more investigators, why did he pick you?”

Hutch cocked his head, his lip curling into a slight grin. “I have my theories, but I’d love to hear your professional opinion.”

Hutch had been trying to put Noah at ease since Byte had left, and it was working. One slight smile and Noah could think of nothing else but how fucking hot Special Agent Hutchinson was. It took him a moment to rearrange his thoughts and get his mind back to the case, his research, and his studies.

“Well, normally, taunting the police would mean one of two things. The killer probably has some massive grudge against a police force. He wants to make the police look inadequate since they are arriving after the bodies are being discovered. The second thing is, like the Weepy Voice Killer or the Lipstick Killer, these communiques are often a cry from the individual, taunting as they may be, so they can get caught.

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