Fear For Me: A Novel of the Bayou Butcher(100)

He grabbed her. Shoved one hand over her mouth even as the other yanked her tightly against him. His flashlight fell to the ground with a clatter. “I know just what you’ve been doing, Lily.”

Her screams were muffled against his hand.

She tried to fight him, but Lily was small, petite. Weak. He lifted her up, carried her easily, and in seconds, he’d dumped her in his trunk.

Her cries rose from the trunk. Loud. Desperate.

It was two a.m. They were in the middle of f*cking nowhere. Who did she really think would hear her screams?

He whistled as he walked back to pick up his flashlight.

Then he shut her door. Left her purse and phone behind.

When he climbed back into his car, Lily was still screaming. He wasn’t ready to enjoy her screams, not yet. He turned on the radio.

And drove away.