Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 51

“Just drive,” I snap and he grins before pulling into the ongoing traffic.

“Michael is sending his jet. We’re leaving straight to Liston Hills. We'll take the bikes the rest of the way to Kanla. Zero is back at the hotel packing. Grab my phone, Spade sent us some pictures. I want you to have a look at these ones and tell me whether you see anything we might have missed. If Harley is innocent, and this is the same person, my guess is it could be more than just a test subject gone rogue.”

I silently grab his phone from the centre of the console of the car. I swipe my finger across the screen and puncture his code, then I scroll through his gallery.

The first one I see is a red-headed naked girl. I stare long and hard at her body, “Unlike the other girls, her pubic hair is shaved off, there is a pink scar right there, so it probably happened when the killer was shaving her. Could be intentional.”

Mercy and After taught me a lot about looking at the ‘bigger picture when it came to these things.

The nails are what I examine next, as the other girls before.

I catch it, but it is so small. I zoom in on the picture, trying to see what is on her arm, it looks wrong.

It isn't clear, but it looks like a black dot from the picture.

“Squinting and frowning at the image doesn’t help Beggar.”.

“Can we see the bodies in person, once we get there? I see something but I can’t make out what it is.”

“Yeah.” That is the thing about Killer, he never questions me for no reason. There is trust between us.

Something I don't have with Zero.

“This one is stabbed on the shoulder, the other girls all have the same marks on their arms, and the nail isn't all off, it looks like a sloppy job, either the killer is getting sloppy or they were in a hurry. I don't think there could be more than one, I hope not.”

“Hope and facts are completely different, look at the next picture, that one was sodomized.”

“I'm not looking at a girl’s ass.” I snap, and glare at him.

And we both go quiet, me with the phone in my hand, and I shit you not I do as the bossy devil driving next to me says. I look at the girl’s anus.

I enlarge the screen when I spot a shiny object sticking out.

“What the fuck is that?”

“A teaspoon, cunt poured sugar in her ass.”

I know it is bad when I grimace, and worse when I laugh, because Killer smacks my thigh, “That isn't very nice, imagine if that was you.”

I do, and try hard to straighten my face, “Point taken, why would someone do that.”

“How the fuck should I know.”

The rest of the ride is quiet, and I strongly consider what will be the reason someone would do that to a young girl barely seventeen.

I stop looking for answers when my body remembers what was done to me.

It was a sick person who would do something like that. Their deepest desires tainted in their minds, matching the sick repulsive needs they choose not to withhold any longer.

Once that registers, any light mood I had vanished as the seriousness of the situation become a reality in my head, and also a ticking time bomb.

We need to put this to rest. Which means I would have to postpone my revenge on Lucca and Thorn for now. But I can't do it forever. I have a deadline with their names on it.

It is late afternoon by the time we make it back to the hotel. I jump out of the car and walk to the door to push it open.