The Party Is Over: Library Edition by Jones Lisa Renee

Author:Jones, Lisa Renee [Jones, Lisa Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798212303125
Amazon: B0CGXP524F
Goodreads: 198247094
Publisher: Tantor Media Inc
Published: 2023-02-28T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

I don’t know how long I stand under the scorching hot shower with my mind fixated on blood, but time stretches eternally. My memories travel back to LA, to that first crime scene that set me off, only it wasn’t the crime scene itself that was the root of my reaction. There was something inside me that reacted to the pool of blood. And it’s that “something” I desperately need to understand.

Some people might say that discomfort in such a situation is normal, but I really do see dead people, and I really do feel more comfortable with them than most of the living. Because they have no agenda but peace through justice. And that’s a request I can honor by listening to what they have to tell me and I can’t do that if I’m operating from a place of fear or disgust. I have simply learned to find my zone, my Otherland I step into, and nothing bothers me.

I can’t do that with large quantities of blood.

But as far back as I can mentally reach, I find nothing that might have stirred such a reaction to blood. And just large quantities of blood.

I squeeze my eyes shut and push myself, trying to understand me, of all people, instead of my case. I have a serial killer on the loose. Why is this even a thing for me right now? Why can’t I move on from it? But as the water turns icy, I’m still at it and suddenly I’m back on the beach with Kane holding my attacker, and me holding a knife I slam into his chest with an unnatural force. A lot of people don’t know that stabbing someone to death isn’t actually an easy thing to do. It takes natural strength or the adrenaline rush of someone fighting for their life, as I did that night on the beach, even that day on the boat with Roger, the serial killer. But an investigator with experience such as myself would also say that someone of my size would need to make the right knife placement and have the knowledge to know where that would be, as I do. To do so under duress would have to be natural as if it’s second nature to stab someone to death.

Using my firearm, which I’ve spent countless hours shooting in a range, is second nature. But stabbing someone is not. Or is it? My mind conjures an image of me on top of Roger, stabbing him, and as I visualize that now, many of those wounds were in his neck. Calculated, the way a trained killer would kill. I shiver and hug myself.

The door to the shower opens and I jerk back into the present, facing the door to find Kane standing there, fully clothed aside from his jacket and tie, a towel in his hands.

“Come out before you freeze to death, bella.” He pulls me forward, outside of the shower, and turns it off before he begins the process of drying me off.

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