Angel Eyes

Angel EyesWhen psychologist Jake Werner is called to the hospital in the middle of the night, he’s shocked to find that one of his interns has been attacked, and her eyes have been cut out. The closest thing she has to family at the time, Werner is automatically a suspect. After his alibi checks out, the stone-cold Special Agent Kate Paige asks for his help in profiling the person responsible. The monster they eventually discover is far worse than they ever could have imagined…

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He watched from behind a tall Cyprus hedge as the lights came on in the small house across the street. Darkness had fallen hours ago, and Megan Hunter had finally come home. Her silhouette moved gracefully across the sheer curtains as she settled in and he admired the symmetry of her form. It was one of the things that had drawn his attention when he first saw her at the grocery store. She’d stepped out from behind the counter to help an elderly customer and he’d been stunned by the way her shoulders, breasts, hips and thighs all moved in a wonderfully artistic flowing curve. She’d looked up as he passed, a pleasant smile on her lips, but it was her eyes that had sealed her fate.

They were beautiful, a toasted honey hue with just a hint of dark cinnamon flecks, like nothing he’d ever seen. He could just imagine what it would be like to look into those eyes every day, to have them looking back at him. Perfection.

A warm breeze gusted, swirling red and gold leaves in playful patterns on the yard. He watched them float, his thumb absently rubbing the smooth leather case in one hand. Megan was in the kitchen now, sitting at a small table and tilting her head back for a long drink of water. He imagined caressing her long, slender throat, comparing it briefly in his mind to Angel’s. Lovely as it was, it didn’t quite measure up, but it didn’t matter. That wasn’t what he was here for.

She yawned and stretched. He checked his watch – it wouldn’t be long now. She’d been thirsty, which worked in her favor. It was easier when they got a full dose. She rose, one hand to her mouth as she covered another yawn, and walked to the living room, stumbling past a chair and finally dropping out of his view. Excellent.