Darkest Before Dawn (His Perfect Darkness #2) Read Online Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: His Perfect Darkness Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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“Now, there might be a link between two unsolved cases and BK’s activity.” I click through slides of the Blackbird murders. “The MO is different, but the unsub left the same signature—a dead bird—at the scene.”

“You think Dennis Bundy was responsible for the Blackbird murders?” Bonds interrupts.

“I don’t have any evidence to support this. But the timeline fits. He could’ve moved to New Rome after escaping the warehouse fire.”

No one says the obvious. That he’s killing women who look like me because he’s hyper-focused on the one victim who got away.

I finish and let Bonds take over debriefing the room.

“How do we know this is the Bondage Killer?” Burgess pushes to the front of the room to ask. “Could be a copycat.”

“We’ll pursue all lines of inquiry, but for now, we’re going to operate as if it is him,” Bonds deflects and gives us our orders. I note that Burgess is assigned a job, but I’m not.

After Bonds admonishes us not to leak anything to the press, the chief gives a few vague words meant to inspire or some shit, and then the meeting is adjourned.

I head out quickly, wanting to avoid Burgess.

Silva falls into step beside me. “Great job in there. But damn, chica, you’re right in the middle of this again.”

I shrug.

“At least you have a rich husband to soothe your pain.” He winks at me.

“No comment.” I bite back a smile.

“Ah, ah, not so fast. I suppose you think you can buy off my curiosity with this.” He holds up his cup. “This morning, my favorite vendor told me I have unlimited chai. For life. And I know I have you to thank.”

I can’t suppress my grin any longer. “You’re welcome.”

“I knew it,” he crows. “Apparently, the whole department is getting new computers. Someone has a black credit card and isn’t afraid to use it. I figured it was you.”

“Good sleuth work.” Inara Ramos had nothing to her name, but Mrs. Roy does. I can pretend to be her long enough to spend some of those billions. If Rex has a problem with it, then he shouldn’t have given me access to his fortune.

But the way he preened when he presented me with a new Roy Bank card this morning, I bet he likes it when I spend his money. Makes him feel like I’m accepting our marriage. He probably enjoys tracking every purchase I make. The megalomaniac.

Silva peels off, leaving me feeling good. I like being able to give gifts to the people in my life. I have something epic in mind for Mina, if only I can find her.

I take a moment to send messages to a few of Mina’s handles on different chat forums we used to use. There’s no answer, but one of them might reach her. I’m sure Rex kept his word and backed off from tormenting her, but I haven’t heard from her since she went radio silent. I hope she’s okay.

While I was leading the meeting, I missed a call from Lacy Collins.

I remember all the things I said to Rex about her last night and feel a little buzzed that she’s called on the heels of that conversation. It’s like I conjured her.

After a second of hesitation, I hit play on the voicemail she left. I haven’t heard her voice in so long, and just the sound of her saying my name sends a pang through my heart.

“Inara, it’s good to hear from you.” There’s no mention of how I’ve cut off contact for years. No guilt trip. I still feel the guilt, but it’s muted because of her compassion. “After I got your message, I was contacted by a Hamish Hitchcock. I verified that he’s acting on your behalf”—there’s a touch of a smile in her voice, like she knows I’m married—“and sent him my case notes. I hope they’re helping you.” There’s a pause, and her voice softens. “I’m sorry this is happening. I failed you.” Her breathing catches, and my heart almost stops with the pain that underlies her words. Another pause, and her voice steadies, growing stronger. “But I know you’ll make it right. You’re going to nail him.”

I clutch my phone to my chest, reeling. I should’ve listened to this voicemail at night, in private, when it’d be another secret in the dark. There are tears pricking my eyes, and I’m in the bullpen surrounded by hardened detectives who lost the ability to cry decades ago. I need to hold it together.

The pain in my chest expands, making it hard to breathe. I hunch over, willing myself to stay upright.

I failed you.

I know why she feels this way. I feel it, too.

It’s the same way Rex feels about his own parents’ murders. That he should’ve stopped it. We both should’ve been bigger, stronger, faster, smarter.


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