Valentine Killer: Die For Me Part 32

"Dane?" Katherine touched his arm.

He stared at Katherine. "He's hurting her," he said in a whisper. He didn't want Mac to hear.

"We've got Ronnie!" Mac was too busy yelling to hear anything that Dane said. Dane spun and saw Mac rus.h.i.+ng toward him.

"The techs tracked her! The signal came from around Fifty-Fourth and Millway!"

He knew Millway was filled with run-down and vacant houses. The perfect place to dump a body.

"We're searching every house there!" Dane shouted to the men who were jumping to obey him. "Every single one!" The DA was there, standing in the background. He could work out any warrant issue. "Dr. Thomas is one of our own, and we're bringing her in alive!" Dane still didn't mention her screams. He just turned with the crowd and hurried toward his car. Katherine was with him every step of the way.

Every man and woman there knew Ronnie's life was on the line. They had to find her.

Before her screams were forever silenced.

"They're coming."

The smell of blood clogged Ronnie's nostrils. Her blood.

The phone was on the table beside her.

"I have to move quickly. There's no time to waste."

The knife lifted.

"I'll be long gone when they find your body."

She wasn't ready to die. She and Mac...they had plans. They'd talked about getting a house together, and one day maybe even having a kid.

I don't want Mac to find my body.

Ronnie tried to talk behind the duct tape but could still only manage weak grunts. The long, terror-filled scream that had ripped through the room moments before- It hadn't been hers.

It had come from the crazy b.i.t.c.h with the knife.

Because the voice distorter was gone now. And even though she couldn't clearly see the killer, Ronnie could hear the woman perfectly.

Not Valentine.

"As if I'd let the victims actually talk." A low laugh came from the killer. "They might give the game away that a woman was holding them, not Valentine."

Now she understood why fentanyl had been in the victims' blood. Because a woman had been taking them, and the killer had needed to disable her victims.

She couldn't charm and seduce the way Valentine had in Boston.

Not f.u.c.king Valentine.

But she was about to die, and no one else would learn the truth.

The knife had just started to descend toward Ronnie's heart when she heard it. The faintest creak of a door opening. The b.i.t.c.h froze.

"They can't be here," the killer whispered. "Not yet..."

Someone was there. Hope exploded inside Ronnie, making her light-headed.

Or maybe the feeling was just due to the blood loss.

She didn't care. She just needed help. She tried screaming, but her mutters barely broke through the tape.

The b.i.t.c.h had spun around. She had her knife in her hand, and she was heading toward the stairs. As she stalked away, Ronnie started struggling with the ropes once more. The drug had worn off more, but because of her injuries, her arms were nearly useless.

But with blood coating her wrists, maybe she could just turn her hands and slide out of the ropes.

She didn't see the b.i.t.c.h anymore. The woman had gone up the stairs.

A faint breeze blew over her skin.

Goose b.u.mps rose on her flesh. There'd been no breeze before.

She could smell fresh air over the cloying scent of her blood.

More tears filled her eyes.

Then a hand pressed against her cheek. It was gloved. The hand wiped away her tears.

Ronnie jerked.

"Shh..." It was a soft rumble of sound. "I'm not here to hurt you," a man's rumbling voice said.

Then, squinting, she saw the flash of a knife, and knew his words for the lie they were.

Valentine?

"What did the killer say?" Katherine asked as they sped toward Millway.

Dane's hands had a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. He kept his eyes on the road as he answered, "He was just jerking us around." Jerking me around.

"Are you sure he has Ronnie? Are you sure she's still alive?"

The cop cars weren't going in with sirens wailing. It was the same approach they'd tried when looking for Amy Evans. Just as before, they were afraid they'd spook the guy. And if he got spooked, he'd kill.

"Dane, are you sure?" Katherine pressed.

He told her what he hadn't told the others. "She screamed. The dead don't scream."

He could feel Katherine's stare on him. "He's luring you to the scene, just like before. It's all just like before."

It had better not end the same as before. Mac would shatter at the sight of Ronnie's body.

"Why did he call you? He'd been calling me." Her voice was confused. "Why switch now?"

"Probably because he knows that we've been monitoring your phone line. We've been preparing for the call. Maybe he thought it would take us longer to track him this way." Plus, the p.r.i.c.k wanted to taunt me and get in my head to p.i.s.s me off.

He had.

"We won't be too late," he said. "We won't be."

Ronnie was smart. She was strong. She knew what was coming. So use that, Ronnie. Distract the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Just buy us some time.

The ropes fell away from Ronnie's wrists. Tears were running down her cheeks because it felt like a thousand needles had just jabbed into her fingertips.

"She tied you too tight." His voice was angry. "f.u.c.king amateur hour."

Part of her was terrified. Shaking. Screaming on the inside.

The knife sliced away the rope at her ankles. "You're a very lucky woman, Dr. Thomas."

She wasn't feeling so lucky right then.

"If your gla.s.ses hadn't been smashed and left back in that parking lot, I'm afraid you'd be experiencing an entirely different ending right now. I couldn't have you seeing my face."

She turned her head, making sure not to look toward the end of the table.

He laughed softly. "Even if you turned my way, how much would you see? I've done my research on you. Genius mind, but truly s.h.i.+tty eyesight."

Then he was reaching for her right arm. She flinched when he curled his fingers around her wrist. "I'm sure you realize," he said softly, "that she cut you too deeply here. If you don't stop that blood flow, you could die. Do you want to live, Dr. Thomas?"

Mac's image flashed in her mind. She nodded.

"Then you'll get off this table. You'll walk straight ahead, seven feet. Seven feet. You'll reach up to your left. There's an old window there. I took the liberty of leaving it open for you." He was pulling her to her feet. Holding her when her knees wanted to buckle. "I even put a box there so you could stand on it and reach the window."

He shook her. "Focus. The drugs are still in your system, so you may have trouble getting out on your own. You have to fight them, understand? Push with everything you've got. Get out of that window. Get away from this house. f.u.c.king crawl if you have to do it."

She would. She'd do anything to survive.

And she still wasn't looking at his face.

He brought his head in closer to her. Ronnie squeezed her eyes shut. She could hear creaks from upstairs.

The b.i.t.c.h was coming back.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked in Ronnie's ear. The light whisper of his breath sent a s.h.i.+ver of pure terror through her.

She didn't move.

His gloved hand was over her deepest wound. Applying pressure.

Helping me.

"You're so smart, of course, you know..."

She only saw blackness. Her eyelids were squeezed so tightly together that they hurt.

"If you tell anyone about me, Dr. Thomas, I will find you. There is no police officer who can protect you. No lover who will keep you safe. I will find you, and then I'll make this little torture scene look like a fond memory in comparison with what I'll do to you."

The promise was unmistakable.

"Go forward seven feet. Climb on that box. Push your body through that window. Don't look back, and don't f.u.c.king tell anyone about me."

She nodded frantically, willing to promise anything, do anything, if she could just get away.

"Because if you tell them, I'll come for you."

He released her. Ronnie took one trembling step forward. He caught her when her legs gave way. "Crawl if you must," he reminded her, gritting the words.

She would. But when she heard another creak from upstairs, her head jerked toward the sound. Even if Ronnie escaped now, would that b.i.t.c.h just track her? Kill her?

"Don't worry about her," he said, and she could almost hear the smile in his words. "She'll be dead. I owe her some pain."

Then he released her. Ronnie hit the floor, and pain burst in her kneecap. The old wound had never healed right, not since it had been battered in an accident with a drunk driver. But she didn't care about how f.u.c.ked her knee had just become.

She started to crawl.

Seven feet. Just seven feet.

His footsteps pounded behind her. He was heading away.

Her b.l.o.o.d.y fingers touched the box. She hauled herself up. Climbed. Fought her way to the window. Fresh air hit her face.

And, behind her, she heard the sound of a scream.

Dane jumped from his car. There were five houses on this dead-end street. Old houses, abandoned, boarded up, and left to rot. Big, overgrown fields sat around each house. Nature was trying to take back the area. Trying and succeeding.

But Dane knew a construction company was scheduled to come into the area soon. They were going to bulldoze all the houses in just a few weeks. Until then, no one would be there.

The killer had chosen well.

But not well enough.

Katherine was behind him, guarded by two uniforms. Mac was leading a team toward the first house.

Not that one.

The first house was too obvious. Too easy. Dane's gaze darted to the second house. The third.

The fourth had dead roses near the door. Twisting roses that had withered in the winter.

"It's the fourth house," Dane snarled into his headset. He'd grabbed the headset and hooked up as fast as he could moments before. They were all linked now, communicating with each other as they searched.