The Isolated Widow (The Widow Taker Book 2) by Kennedy Layne

Author:Kennedy Layne [Layne, Kennedy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Kennedy Layne Publishing
Published: 2020-05-18T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

It was going on two o’clock, and Quinn had a decision to make.

She could either warn her local listeners that The Widow Taker had another victim in his sights, or she could completely ignore the killer’s text. The only problem was her conscience. She couldn’t very well let the widows of her town go about their lives as if one of them wasn’t about to die a horrible death at some point in the near future.

Quinn had called the station, asking to speak with Linc. When she’d been told that he wasn’t in, she assumed that he was still at Mrs. Walcott’s residence. She wasn’t all that surprised to find that Agent Malone wasn’t at the station, either. Leaving a message had been the best option, especially since she’d had two hours before going live with her podcast.

Unfortunately, Linc hadn’t called her back.

Quinn had less than four minutes to decide whether or not to reach out to him on his cell phone. She hadn’t wanted to do that, for it denoted that they were on a more personal level than she was comfortable with given the circumstances.

Yes, she’d all but spilled the most intimate details of her life with him, but it was simply to help with his case.

She didn’t want to be a serial killer’s conduit, either.

“Shit,” Quinn muttered, sitting as her desk while staring at the mic she used for her podcasts in disgust. It was her responsibility to warn her readers. It was that simple, yet she couldn’t deny that Linc’s opinion of her choices didn’t factor in. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed the number that she’d memorized while drinking two full glasses of wine the other night. Surprisingly, he answered after one ring. “Hey.”

Quinn winced at the greeting. She wasn’t usually socially awkward, but his touching her hand and tucking her hair behind her ear had somewhat muddled the waters they were wading in together.

“It’s me. Quinn.” Again, she shook her head at the hesitation he no doubt picked up on over the line. “I’m sure you already knew that.”

“Are you okay?” Linc asked, the sudden concern in his tone causing her to relax a bit.

She glanced at the timer she’d set up on her computer.

Three minutes and forty-two seconds.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Quinn responded after clearing her throat. “The Widow Taker texted me again. He told me that he picked out another victim.”

“Where are you?”

“Home.” Quinn leaned back in her chair, reaching underneath her desk to turn on the portable heater. The wind outside had picked up and was battering her patio door. She hated the draft that always seemed to seep in from the seams. “I wanted you to know that I’m going to warn my readers.”

“Quinn, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Linc warned, exactly as she thought he would do after hearing what she had planned. She still in good conscious couldn’t allow a killer to target a widow without warning her. “What exactly did the text say?”

“It just said that he’s chosen another widow and that she’ll be at peace soon.

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