Chapter Thirty-seven
The scowling man watched her enter the Houston Bureau from across the street.
Raven… the woman he’d conjured in his mind’s eye as his nemesis.
His soon to be victim… kidnapped and kept for his pleasure only.
He craved to thrash her into submission like he’d done to the noisy dog who’d driven him crazy in the trailer next door when he was a teenager.
He’d fantasized about her ever since she’d beaten him off in the woods. And left him like a wounded animal, hiding in the muck of a riverbank being hunted by men with guns and dogs. Hatred for her grew from then on, and he nourished it continuously. It’s what kept him alive.
His body thrummed with the vindictive imaginings of when he’d be in charge… her subduer. The one with the gun held in her face. He slunk away this time, pulling his hoody further to cover his pock-marked face. Soon, he’d be making his move.