Bitten Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 3) - Page 102
I’m not letting anyone else die because of me.
Time to do what I do best.
Get caught.
Become a prisoner.
Be a victim.
Only this time, I should be able to break free. I’m not just an anointed anymore.
Chapter 29
ZEE
“Stop me when you start to feel something,” Chaz tells me, still slowly feeding off my magic while flipping through some surveillance pictures Thad brought us.
Gage hacked the computer systems, searching all the times for people coming in and out of the club earlier this week.
Ignoring his comment, I motion to the pictures. “Facial recognition got nothing?”
“It’s still running. It started local, now it’s expanding into different states. I like to have physical photos in front of me.”
Maybe if we have some faces to go with our killers, we can piece together where they may be.
Ground work blows.
“Sushi is on its way,” Dice says as he walks in, making a weird pelvic thrusting motion for no particular reason. “All-nighters deserve sushi. And rice. Rice, rice, baby,” he says, singing the words like he’s Vanilla Ice. “Rice, rice, baby.”
He laughs while walking back out, and Chaz shakes his head at the same time I do.
“I wonder if he knows that he’s only funny ten percent of the time.”
Rolling my eyes, I try to concentrate, but the fucking real lyrics to that damn beat are playing in my head. Ice, ice, baby… Ice, ice, baby…
“Stuck in your head too, isn’t it?” Chaz asks, groaning, and we both curse Dice even though he isn’t in the room anymore.
I glance around the side, noticing Leah as she stands precariously
close to the door. She stares at nothing in particular, but I can see the tension in her body. Turning back around, I watch Chaz.
“Leah’s family?” he asks in a whisper. “What do we know about them?”
“Nothing. Her mother was one, but she died in a mental hospital,” I whisper back, barely even keeping it loud enough for him to hear. “She doesn’t know her dad or anything about him.”
“So her family isn’t this group? Should we show her the photos?”
I shake my head. “All she has is an aunt. They age, and there is only one woman in these photos.” I point to the redhead standing in front of my club entrance, appearing to be their lookout. She’s also in front of the fight club’s entrance. Both the times coincide with kill times, so she’s a definite suspect. “She’s not old enough to have raised Leah, since they look the same age.”
“We should still have her look at them. Hell, we should have been looking at them already instead of just waiting on facial recognition to kick in. Lots of driver’s licenses to go through. None of them have ever been arrested, so there was no ping from criminal records for facial recognition.”
“I don’t want to involve her right now unless we have to. She’s torn up enough about it. Her family was small. Just her aunt. Her aunt had friends that dropped by when they were in town, but it sounded like a bunch of rednecks. Not seasoned, professional killers. Her life was fucked up, but not criminally insane fucked up.”
He frowns, but Dice is suddenly beside us, plucking the photo from my hands. He whistles as he examines the killer, and he grins down at the picture.
“Hashtag, Rump-o-smooth-skin. Hashtag, shake that healthy butt. Hashtag, baby got back.”
I roll my eyes, but another voice has the incubus going ramrod stiff.
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