The Whisperer

hts from the police cars reflected off the wet pavement, creating a chaotic blur. He pulled up his collar against the col

r Lucas, his expression grim. "You're

e living room, where he was greeted by a sight that turned his stomach. Blood was everywhere on t

osition. His eyes were open, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. His hands were cr

d, his voice steady des

ho was already examining the room. "City councilman. Known for his

had. The man had been making headlines for months, taking

eath?" Lucas asked, cr

ht," Mark replied, pointing to the bloodstains trailing across the

ifted the man's cold fingers and pulled the paper free. It was folded neatly, with hi

He unfolded the note and

Detective. I'v

d simply, Th

k asked, noticing his pa

without a word. Mark's e

kidding me. This guy'

id, his voice tight. "I

outside, the rain still pattering softly against the windows. He held the note

of his career, a string of murders that had ended as suddenly as they began. The Whisperer had taunted

s back, and i

crime scenes, the victims, and the notes left behind. Each one had led him deeper into

e again, reading the words carefully. We

sick bastard?" he whisp

the wall and the distant sound of sirens. Lucas knew o

nt lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the people seated across from themJonathan We

ward. "People who would be happy to see him dead. Can any

sistant, finally spoke up. "He received threats all the time.

nt threats? Anything out o

ook her head. "No, not

mething, but what? "Are you sure about that?"

she shook her head again. "I'm sor

nywhere. He glanced at Mark, who gave him a sligh

. "If any of you think of anything

d under his breath, "They're all sc

ed. "The question

as on, reporting the murder in vivid detail. He turned the volume down and rubbed hi

rabbed it from the table, frowning at the unknown

el

orted voice crackled through the line. "

tened on the phon

you know this isn't over. I'm just gett

hone, his heart pounding. He tried callin

red, tossing the ph

Whisperer was watching him, playing with him. And the

or. There was no time to waste. He had to

city lay still and quiet, a deceptive calm hanging in th