Dark Obsession

Slade took a step toward her. “You said you saw something that night.”

His face looked even grimmer in the dim hallway light. His eyes, as always, were hidden, masking whatever emotions he might have been feeling. Erin moistened her lips. He looked so tall tonight, so impossibly remote. The darker the night became, the more imposing he grew. “I didn’t see anything,” she protested. “Not really.”

“The murderer might not know that. Supposing he saw you?”

“You’re just trying to frighten me,” she said with false bravado. “I don’t even know what I saw. Those glowing eyes…it was probably just an animal…a cat or something. He won’t come after me. It would be too risky.”

“You’re assuming that he’s rational,” Slade said. “You’re assuming that he’s more than a coldblooded, vicious animal whose every instinct is to kill. Don’t underestimate him, or the danger. That could be a fatal mistake.”

“I won’t,” Erin said angrily, goaded by his tone and by her own fear. “But don’t underestimate me, either. I don’t have a death wish, Detective, but neither am I going to cower inside that apartment until he’s apprehended. I won’t let them scare me away this time.”

“Them?”

“Him. I mean him,” she said, turning to go inside. Slade’s hand reached out and stopped her. A tiny thrill raced up her backbone as his hand closed over hers.

“Let me go first,” he said, stepping past her and entering the apartment.

Erin retrieved her purse, then followed him inside, watching as he strode across the living room and tested the knob on the French door. She was amazed as always how he seemed to dominate the immediate area.

Maybe it was because he was so tall, well over six foot, with the kind of hard, muscular body that seemed to exude power and strength. Or maybe it was the long, black leather coat he always wore. Or the dark glasses. Or…was it something else about him that intrigued her?

What kind of woman would be drawn to the thing that frightened her the most?

“Well?”

His deep voice startled her. Erin’s hand fluttered to her throat, but once again she found only the empty space where the cross had once hung. “What?”

“I asked if you’d gotten this lock fixed?”

“No, not yet. The super was supposed to come by yesterday, but he never showed up.”

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