Self-Help for Serial Killers (Serial Killer’s Guide to Marriage #2)

Chapter Sixty-Four

Fox

Hearing Drake’s voice through the phone threw me. Any hope of getting Bibi back and getting out of this unscathed was diminishing fast. We’d done well to escape Interpol’s attention for this long, and now this was it.

I listened as they entered the charity shop.

I had to remind myself to breathe. And then I heard it. Bibi’s voice! She was okay. My baby girl was okay.

Everything else, we could face.

And then it turned.

“He’s already here.”

The line went dead.

My heart was going crazy. I accelerated. I needed to get there. I was fourteen minutes away. Fourteen minutes too many.

Drake was The Chameleon.

My wife.

My daughter.

Being held by a madman.