By
Steph
Chapter Eight
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Erica Randall was very much enjoying her first day of employment at the century old
library. She had found both Mary and Isabelle to be very interesting people. However
much Erica took a liking to the two women, she could not forget her goal. Erica was
an undercover homicide detective. The rash of strange and brutal killings could not
be allowed to continue. Along with her Partner Jase, they had been assigned to look
into and solve these rash of crimes. Their Captain had made it clear they were to
use any and all means in their disposal.
Erica eyed the friendly Mary. She ran the library with much care and extreme effort.
She was an attractive woman, in her late twenties. Isabelle appeared to be sweet in
nature, but she was secretive and not forgoing of information. Yes, Isabelle would
be her first priority.
Isabelle could not keep her mind on her task at hand. Her thought were elsewhere.
With him. The feather light kisses of his lips against her own. His lean and powerful
hands caressing the back of her neck with such sensual desire, like she had never
expierened before. The flash of excitement when his tongue first stoked the inside
of her mouth, made her tremble. Just his Kiss was overhwhelming. The provocative
way his mouth moved against hers, she could feel his desire.
When he had first entered her, she had cried out in sheer pleasure. He was the most
perfect man, and yet she knew so little. A voice shattered her thoughts.
"Isabelle, are you alright ? You look a little pale." Erica seated herself on the edge
of Isabelle's desk. "Hey, I'm a good listener if you need someone." Erica offered a
reassuring smile. Isabelle eyed the woman wearily. Her offer to bend an ear was perhaps
too generous. "No, I'm fine..Thank you, but really I am fine."
"Well the, I guess I better get to lunch. Can I get you anything ?" Erica offered.
Isabelle shook her refusal.
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Erica seated herself in the dark blue sedan across the street from the library.
Her partner, Jase awaited her report.
"Nothing, I got nothing. Not even a clue." Jase took a drink of coffee out
of the travel mug, careful not to spill on his new suit.
"Well, you've got time. You'll get something. I have a strong feeling about
Miss. Isabelle Grant. Stick with her."
Erica nodded. "What about Mary ?" Jase grinned. "I think I will work on her."
Yes, he would see if he could get any information out of her. He found himself
attracted to the kind and gentle woman. She had a quality about her. No doubt
she could cook a fantastic home cooked meal . He was craving some good old
fashioned cooking, Even his Captain said he was getting a mighty hair to thin.
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Pik Van Cleaf followed slightly behind Fouchon and their newest client. His skilled
hands gripping the shotgun as he held it against his shoulder. The deserted area of the
old train yard proved to be an excellent hiding place for the intended victim. The man,
a homeless war veteran had for the time being eluded them.
Pik would rather be elsewhere and he wore that expression of distain upon his darkly
handsome features. Pik followed nonchalantly. He could still see her vision of lovliness
before him and he wanted to go to her. The attraction to her plagued him. He would
put it out of his mind and that would be the end to it, or at least that's what he told
himself.
The prey had made an attempt to escape. Pik's lightning fast reflexes and years
of expierence made his reaction swift. He had the prey in his sight before the others.
He held his position, for it was for the client to make the kill. He would only
interviene if something went out of control.
The scraggly dressed man stopped cold in his tracks his hands upon the money belt.
His bloodshot eyes peered into Pik's. He found himself starring into the coldest most
evil eyes he had ever encountered. Pik was indeed a menacing sight when the look
of death was upon his features.
It was over in a single shot. The client had made a clean kill and the rumpled form
of the man slumped to the ground. Pik, lowered his weapon to his side and made his
way to the body to retrieve the money belt, as he had so often did.