Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 33

Minutes tick by before the smell of familiar fumes touch my senses and the vibration of my ride is between my legs as the sound of my engine brings music to the outside air.

I grab my handlebars and shoot to the gate which opens.

The ride through town is uneventful except for the asshole who almost caused an accident next to me by the robot.

It is closing on one when I arrive at the public pool where most of the murdered girls seem to have in common. The place is gated and I take a slow walk to the counter and ring the silver bell that has long past its days of silver.

“Yes, can I help you?” A small meek voice asks and I look down to see a young female sitting on the floor with a sketch pad in her hand.

She isn't looking at me, her glass covered face is stuck on the sketch pad, and I mean face, those glasses are fucking huge.

“Yeah, need to ask you a few questions.”

She lifts her head, drops her sketch pad carelessly on the cemented floor and stands up. Her black knee length skirt ruffles and I slowly look at her dress code.

Her top is like five sizes too big. Her feet are bare, fuck, women only dress like this for reasons and most of those reasons are not to be noticed.

I lift my head to look at her face hidden behind those glasses and while I could tell her that she isn't hiding from no one I shut my mouth, reminding myself it's not my fucking problem.

“Need a list of names of the people that are regulars. Can you help.”

Her eyes are big and get a fuck load bigger when she takes me in, and I arch my brow.

I am aware of what she sees, I am a scary fucking man, much scarier to a little deer like herself.

“I, ah, I...” She huffs, as she stammers on her words and I don't hide my small smile.

“You what sweetheart?” I say.

She clears her throat, and turns her head slightly, and I see the pink streak in her hair and the tattoo peaking from the junction of her neck.

“You a cop?” She asks.

“Does it look I am a cop.”

She shakes her head, “Noooo.”

“Yeah, I thought so, but I am trying to catch the killer, wouldn't wanna get kidnapped now would you?” I say to her and she drops her head.

“No sir, I can get you the list.”

“Thanks, tell me about Stacy Ferns, do you know her?”

“Yes, no, well kind of.”

Her eyes remain focused on the ground and I follow them to her sketch pad that is turned upside down.

“You can pick it up.”

The girl seems to not think that is a good idea when she gives me her attention.

“Stacy is nice, most of the others tease me, but not Stacy, we go to church together, she sometimes sits with me...” She gets quiet as the sound of a bike approaching us gets louder, followed by another.

I leave the meek mousy girl and walk to the bikes watching Knight and Mercy park their engines not far from mine.

Knight is the first to approach me and I give him a hug.