Can You Protect Them_Federal Paranormal Unit by Sheri Lyn & Jennifer Wedmore

Author:Sheri Lyn & Jennifer Wedmore [Lyn, Sheri & Wedmore, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Nine

Professor

He opened his eyes with a groan, the events of the day before come back to him slowly. He let Detective Conahan get to him, and he was sloppy. He could have left behind all kinds of evidence; he was stupid. He climbed out of bed and slammed around the cheap motel room. The scratchy sheets and bedspread, the faded wallpaper, everything about this cheap room upset him and raised his anger to new heights.

He couldn’t stand the room any longer; he grabbed his bag and walked outside. With a few deep breaths, he pushed his anger down and checked the time. He had just enough time to grab some cheap food on the way to his poker game. A win was what he needed today. Maybe his mood would improve then.

He walked into the warehouse and spoke with the host of the establishment. It only took a minute to confirm his identity; of course, his real name wasn’t used in the game. He was a bit early, so he wandered over to where the other players stood around chatting. He wasn’t in the mood to socialize, but eavesdropping was another matter. It only took a moment for his attention to become engaged. They were talking about the Professor; the word psychopath was mentioned. They just didn’t understand what he was doing, why he was doing it. Besides they are nothing, no one cares about them. They are easily disposable and just take up space. He used them to learn new things, which meant their deaths weren’t in vain.

No one understood, they just called him names. He walked away from the strangers and paced the room. Their words slammed into his head and just further upset him. Why does everyone use that word? He shook his head, clenching his hands and releasing them. He had to get his head straight if he was going to play the game today.

***

Two and a half hours later he slammed his way out of the abandoned warehouse where today’s game was held. He had never lost so bad; it was all Detective Conahan’s fault. He couldn’t get the word psychopath out of his head. It haunted him all night long, made his dreams into nightmares and pushed his anger to new heights. He stalked out to his car and started it up. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and debated what to do next. The longer he sat there, the angrier he became. He leaned back in his seat and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

With a growl, he dialed the hotline and waited for someone to answer. As soon as a voice was heard he growled. “Put Detective Conahan on the phone right now.” The voice replied something but he didn’t even bother responding, he waited impatiently for the voice he needed to hear.

“Detective Conahan here.”

“It’s about time you answered the phone. How was your evening, did you find my present?”

“Sorry I don’t sit around waiting for psychopaths to call randomly.

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