Free Seven, eight ... Gonna stay up late (Rebekka Franck #4) by Willow Rose

she was
holding a phone tightly. Allan laughed. He knew perfectly well who she was. He
was happy to see that he had in fact underestimated her thinking she wouldn't
care who was on the other end of the phone asking for Camilla. She had known
somehow that he was going to get her and somehow she had found him.
    Allan studied the woman for a little while. He
watched her as she talked to people passing by, probably asking them if they'd
seen a young girl with brown hair with a man, maybe he was carrying her.
However she had no idea what Allan looked like, how old he was or how he was
dressed. If she had at least known that it would have been easier for her, he thought. I should at least have given her something
to make it a little more interesting, he thought. Throw the woman a bone. He chuckled while
watching her desperately asking everybody in the parking lot, explaining to
them that she was looking for this girl, only fourteen, brown hair, etc. Oh how
fun, Allan thought and for a few seconds wanted her to come to him and ask. She
was pretty, the woman. In her mid-thirties, probably had a kid or two, but
still gorgeous. Would make a beautiful corpse. He started imagining what he
could do to her body after he had strangled her. He would definitely have sex
with her. That would be perfect. Then he would cut out her organs, maybe boil
her tongue and eat it. With a great Chateau La Garde from 2009 or maybe even a
Castello Fonterutoli Chianti from 2006.
    The woman came closer and Allan shivered with
pleasure. This woman triggered something in him. A lust, a desire to do
something, to deviate from the plan. He could put her in the car with Camilla,
then hang her from a meat hook in the cellar, maybe have sex with her while she
was hanging there, her feet scraping across the ground. Maybe kill her in the
car before he took her inside. No that was no fun. It was better to have Amalie
watch him. Maybe kill the woman while she was looking at it. That sounded like
more fun. Allan licked his lips while watching the woman approach.
    "Excuse me," she said.
    Her voice was like music in Allan's head. Like
promises of spring. He smiled and their eyes locked for a second. The beautiful
second when two souls meet. He could smell her, smell her blood. It drove him
insane. The lust for the kill, tasting her, sinking his teeth into her flesh.
Oh how he craved the kill. He yearned to look into those eyes and see the fear,
the anxiety when she realizes it's all over.
    "Excuse me?" she repeated.
    "Yes?" Allan smiled endearingly.
    "I'm looking for a young girl. She is
possibly with a man. I'm afraid that he is forcing her to leave against her
will. I don't know ..." The woman sighed resignedly. "I don't know
what I'm looking for."
    Allan grabbed her hand and held it in his. 
"A girl, fourteen years old, brown hair?" he asked.
    She looked at him startled. "Yes. Exactly.
How do you know?"
    "I heard you talk to some people over
there. I'm afraid I haven't seen her. What did the man look like? The man she
is with?"
    The woman sighed again. "I don't know.
That's the problem. Look it's a little complicated. I just know that she is in
danger and I'm afraid she might have gone with him, maybe even voluntarily. He
might have told her something to make her go with him."
    Allan licked his lips while staring at the
woman's soft skin on her neck. He fought hard to restrain himself. His hands
were shaking as he imagined strangling her.
    "Anyway," she said. "Here is my
card in case you see something or hear anything or remember something that
might help me. I will have to keep looking."
    The woman handed him her business card. He
studied it for a few seconds. "I'll be in touch ... Rebekka Franck,"
he said, then walked to the side of the car and opened the door to the driver's
seat. He paused for just an instant. Part of him wanted her to look inside of
the car and see the girl in the back seat. That would give him an excuse to
grab her and drag her with him as well.