Dark Soul (Soulscape #1) by A. M. Snead

Author:A. M. Snead [Snead, A. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction, Fiction, Gay
Amazon: B011EM440O
Published: 2015-07-10T05:00:00+00:00

.Four.

“Because it was your nature.” The figure backed out of the door and closed it. The lock remained broken. He looked at the rusted hinges…and understood now the source of the moisture that had corroded them.

He turned away from the door…and all the others as well. Maybe they were best left closed and locked up tight. For now.

Pulling away from Frank Harlan’s mind, he focused outward. The file remained opened before him and he closed it, tucking it under his arm then turned towards the door. A sudden strangled cry burst forth as the lights were suddenly flicked on. His free arm swung across his eyes as he felt the retina's begin to burn.

“Dr. Harlan,” a surprised voice clamored. “I didn't realize you were in-”

“Turn off the fucking lights!” he hissed coldly.

“W-Wha-”

The file squeezed tightly into his armpit, he lunged across the room and swept his palm down over the switch, casting the office back into heavy darkness. His face lost in the deep shadows, he smiled darkly. “You're…” he shook his head once. “I forget your name.”

The man in the doorway looked at him uncertainly. “Weslow, sir,” he said slowly. “Chuck Weslow.”

“Ah, yes. Weslow.” He looked the younger man over slowly. Weslow. He had a cool indifference towards all the patients, as if he despised them for their problems. But Alec Strom he had despised most of all –because Alec had frightened him. And he’d had his own way of dealing with that fear. How thrilled he must be now that the patient was dead. How thrilled, indeed.

“Dr. Harlan…are you all right?”

“Fine,” he assured the young man. “Never better. Just taking a moment to relax after tonight's incident.”

Weslow visibly relaxed as some of his arrogance seeped back into his voice. “Strom give them any problems?” Weslow wondered around the butt of a Marlboro he'd produced out of his shirt pocket.

“None,” he murmured lightly, squinting at the sudden bright flick of Weslow's lighter. “Took his poison like a good little killer.”

Weslow snorted and blew smoke out the side of his mouth. “Shoulda gave him the chair,” he muttered. “Lethal Injection was too humane for a monster like that. At least that initial 2500 volts woulda prepared him for the fires of Hell.” He snorted again and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe. “Good Lord, what's this world coming to when people start worrying about torturing a killer while they're snuffing out his worthless life?”

“You and me,” he reached out and squeezed Weslow's shoulder. “We're going to get along just fine.”

Weslow grinned around his cigarette. A grin that quickly twisted into a grimace as Harlan's hand slid around his throat and squeezed just enough to let the man know he wasn't fooling.

“Dr. Harlan?” he choked. “What the hell?”

He winked. “Precisely.” He yanked the younger man forward and pressed his fingertips hard against the crook of Weslow's jaw, forcing his mouth open. “Alec told me what you did to him…over and over.”

Weslow’s eyes bulged, his throat working as he tried to speak.

“Fond

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