Tortured Eyes: A Cane Novel 5 by Hart Charlotte E & De Lune Rachel

Author:Hart, Charlotte E & De Lune, Rachel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

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I head home and check my mail, still frustrated and wound up from all the secrets I’m keeping inside. As I flick through the circulars and marketing crap, I find a small package waiting for me—the same format, same address label, only smaller this time.

Kicking the door closed behind me and issuing the command to turn the lights on, I waste no time in tearing the envelope open to see what he’s sent me this time.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve received three other packages, each with a series of case files or evidence relating to crimes in Chicago or elsewhere. That’s not the only thing they contain. Email documents and money transfers accompany the information, changing the whole focus of the crime.

The first case looked like a simple open and shut—the murder of two drug dealers in an undesirable part of town. The police report had it as an open and shut turf war in the area. Gunshot wounds, no witnesses or drugs found on them. The narcotics team were informed, but no further investigation required.

Only the information sent with this case included communication and a lab report all pointing to the drugs being cut with all sorts of crap, and evidence of a series of junkie deaths in Detroit. Put it all together and Cane, it seems, ordered the hit on the new drug dealers trying to push bad drugs in their neighbourhood. Of course, it meant they had no competition. But it made me wonder about some of the lines that Logan fed me.

The stack of new cases and information lives on my kitchen table. Instead of obsessing over my father’s old cases, I now obsess over these. And Logan Cane himself.

There’s no paperwork in the envelope this time, only a thumb drive, so I turn my laptop on and plug it in. The file pops up on my desktop, and I hover the cursor over the file. A video file opens, and I press play.

The opening scene is one that’s familiar—it’s the room I was in at Logan’s house. Movement draws me in, and I see myself on the floor. I keep watching, desperately seeking the memories that accompany the scene that’s unfolding, but there’s nothing. I watch as Logan places something on the chair seat, and then comes toward me. From the angle, you can tell he has something behind his back, but it’s too hidden to see the actual thing he's holding. Everything I should have experienced and remembered, I now go through. The pain and anguish, confusion followed by the obvious effect of the drugs.

Humiliation. Hate. Lust.

I watch, transfixed as I see myself transform on the screen. Logan watches on, rapt with my every move as I stretch out on the small cot-bed. You can see as the drugs take effect. My movements change, and I can see the drugs change me. It’s like they remove all my inhibitions and all I care about is getting closer to Logan.

My breathing hitches as it gets physical.

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