Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 31

The chair next to Venus slides out as she pushes it with her foot, a silent invitation which I take as she hands me a few pictures,

“See the nails are missing besides the index one.”

I look at the picture of the naked dead girl. Her body is blue, pale, it sends chills through my spine and a shiver rakes up my bare arms.

I have never looked at photos of a dead person before. The freckles on her cheeks- dull, I examine the characteristics of what made her- her.

My searching gaze doesn't miss the knife wounds around her upper right arm. One, two, three, four, I count in my mind.

Venus hands me another and I take it. This one is a close-up of her nails that are indeed missing with one nail on her point finger that is stained red, like someone did a piss poor job of removing her nail polish.

“The Church girl was found near water correct? Where was this body found,” I query, my attention trained on the pictures of a girl who probably suffered a painful death.

If there is one thing I am good at is finding a target, been doing it for years.

“Yeah, by the community pool, two minutes away from Saint Nicols. This one was found in the Lake, 'bout five miles North from here,” Knight answers from the opposite side of where Venus, Killer and I are sitting.

Zero walks in the room, and the air seems to thicken, but I know it is just me.

My eyes plant themselves down to the pictures in my hands. The stomping of his boots, the familiar sense of foreboding as his imposing tall moody form encroaches our corner is not something I am able to avoid.

“Just got a call from the sheriff, Stacy Ferns, sixteen years old, missin' since last night, parents said she was supposed to be home yesterday 'round nine. Didn't rock up,” Zero announces.

My head remains down replaying his words, now is when I wish I had my hood to make me invisible to him.

I touch my covered neck as I do a lot. The idea of getting it stops when I am reminded of a girl named Cassidy. Met her only once at the bus station, I was fifteen, she told me she left home to run away with a guy, said he was her first everything until she found out she was nothing but a free fuck, never saw her again.

“Maybe she met some slouch, got hooked on his bullshit, and ran away, happens all the time,” After voices my same thoughts, flipping her hunter knife in her hand.

My frown can't be helped as I tilt my head watching that knife, knowing I am going to be sparing with her shortly.

“Not Stacy,” Hannah's voice filters through the room as she joins in.

I do lift my head this time, to see her approaching form, wearing a purple dress that looks pricey and shit, like a businesswoman.