Vanishing Angels: A Bailey Flynn FBI Mystery Thriller Book One by Melinda Woodhall

Author:Melinda Woodhall [Woodhall, Melinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Creative Magnolia
Published: 2024-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Afist pounded on Lando Gutierrez’s front door as the Stalker stood just inside. Leaning back against the cheap, scarred wood, he kept an arm wrapped around Jasmine Blake’s emaciated body, pinning her against his chest. A big hand was clamped firmly over her mouth. The idea that Lando had returned home sooner than expected flitted through the Stalker’s mind before the voice inside his head dismissed it.

Don’t be stupid. Why the hell would he knock on his own door? It must be someone looking to score. Or maybe-

“Mr. Gutierrez?”

A woman called out from the other side of the door.

“This is Special Agent Bailey Flynn with the FBI. I need to ask you a few questions.”

The words roused Jasmine, who momentarily resumed her struggle against the Stalker’s grip, then fell still again.

Another firm knock caused the wooden door to vibrate. The Stalker felt it tremble against his back just as Jasmine was trembling against his chest.

He jumped as a man called out.

“Lando? Open up, man. We need to talk to you.”

There was a moment of silence, then more shouting.

“You really gonna make us come back with a warrant?”

Holding his position, the Stalker leaned his head back against the door and squeezed his eyes shut, listening as boots crunched over gravel and a car door slammed.

Then an engine started.

The Stalker eased his grip and turned to look through the peephole. A black Interceptor was backing onto the street.

“They’re gone,” he said into the quiet room as he turned his attention back to Jasmine. “Now, where were we?”

“You were just about…to let me go,” Jasmine gasped as his hand fell away from her mouth. “When Lando hears about this, he’ll…kill you.”

He knew her bravado was artificial. A product of the drugs she’d been fed continuously for weeks if not months.

She didn’t have enough brain matter left to know that she was in trouble and that he would never let her go.

Not after she had recognized him.

Not after she’d threatened to tell Lando.

Besides, if she was out of the way, all the drugs in the house could be his for the taking.

“Where’s the Devil’s Breath?” he asked.

Keeping his arm wrapped around her, he held her tight against his chest.

“Tell me where the powder is, and I’ll let you go.”

“Lando would kill you,” she said. “Then he’d kill me.”

The thought of the drug dealer was unsettling. The man was a violent thug, who would offer up a much fairer fight than the young women the Stalker usually targeted.

But he doubted it would ever come to that.

There was no need for Lando to ever suspect he had been in his house or that he’d stolen his supply.

And of course, there were always more foolish young girls out there willing to act as couriers for Lando.

Jasmine won’t be missed for very long and-

The thought was cut short by a sharp elbow in his ribs.

Twisting free from his grip, Jasmine lunged out of reach.

She moved faster than the Stalker had anticipated, racing down the hall to the kitchen, and heading for the back door.

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