Silhouettes

-rimmed eyes were emphasized by thick layers of eye makeup, and a quick glance was all it took to learn her secrets. Her blond hair was up in a ponytail, and six stud ear

almost too good of a fit. Colored lights danced, and silhouettes were clung to those who thrived in the night's anonymity. Hunter clung to the night, seeking refuge from his memories. But the night could not hide what he was transporting. He couldn't avoid it; it was always present. As of this point, he'd given up trying and caring. He was being propelled forward by his past

to trust Isabelle Martin. He had prepared himself to make a promise of his firstborn child before the stern coroner would release her priceless report. She had been too exhausted to bargain tonight after spending half a day and all night awake because of this damned murderer.

pare change. Without batting an eye, he reached f

ctly, you were in he

needle poised over his head and an intention to commit suicide. When Hunter was done with the guy, he threw him in jail and made him pay a hefty fine. Nonetheless, Hunter wasn't solely motivated by financial gain. It was somethin

his glass. "I could bring you the

aste of just one, but I'm afraid t

that could be seen through the open doorway at the back of the bar. "I'll have a short break. If you're looking for a place to

ran a hand through his hair and l

e owner doesn't have much spare time for slacking. After getting hi

ho died a week ag

ghts. "It's unreal to me that I'm referring to him as if he were alive. Seriously, what happened to him is insane. Clearly, he was a big guy. A lot of

fter killing his girlfriend, he took his own li

girl wasn't his girlfriend. Bill would never hav

o you

e tipped slightly the bottle towards him. "That girl was a real bitch. She fucked over almost every dude who walked through these doors. Bill was smart. He would never get his filthy hands dirty with a slut like her. Thes

e, showing just enough interest to keep the conversatio

inside, the police sealed the place up tight. Before morning came around

happened, are you working

voice was as emotionless as her eyes. "Upstairs. When the police took my statem

nything out of th

ike, there's something hilarious to see or hear. Stranger than a room full of screamers, but I didn't hear Bill get ripped to shreds. That's something I've shared with the cops." Her gaze

e. She recoiled as his eyes swept down her entire body in a manner that was so thorough it had her running for cover. Her furrowed brow had relaxed

e again slid down her

re to speak with you. In any

like to use the roo

nsive, pristine paper was complemented by a light, delicate perfume that tickled his nostrils. Hunter scowled. He was willing to bet that at least half of the people at Midnight Pub were unable to write legibly, if they could even read. They were all drug addicts and had spent all their money on their habit. They are so financially strapped that they cannot even afford to learn about high-end stationery

or a person with knowledge concerning the murder. If it weren't for that, Hunter likely wouldn't have paid much mind. There was information in the note. Specifics neither the murderer nor anyone else but an eyewitness would know. He wiped his weary eyes again, wishing he were back at

oaches or rats, with filthy sheets on the bed (if any sheets existed). He had just finished wiping his face with his han