Free The Bedroom Killer by Taylor Waters Page A

Bell followed behind, then Megan. A forensics team stepped in right behind her. The CSI team, consisting of three technicians, the same ones handling all the other killings, went to work without needing to be told what to do. Sometimes the techs were the ones who broke the case. It wasn't advertised in the nightly news— CSI Tech Breaks Major Case —but it was known to happen. A comment or observation pointed out to the detective, some follow up, one thing leads to another, and a suspect is found.
    "Why don't you wait here by the front door ?" Bell asked.
    John nodded and sat in a recliner by the door .
    Megan went into the kitchen. She noted the dirty dishes in the sink and reminded herself the last time John was here, he left with no intention of returning. Maybe he was a messy guy or maybe it didn't matter anymore. Maybe she'd have a chance to find out.
    Bell read the book titles on the shelf as Megan rounded the kitchen and came back into the living room. She made her way back toward John.
    "What do you do in your spare time, John?"
    "I read."
    "What do you read?"
    "Nonfiction, mostly."
    "Like what?"
    John nodded toward his bookshelf. Megan turned and scanned the titles including The Intimate Lives of the Founding Fathers by Thomas Fleming and Lincoln and McClellan by John Waugh, The Federalists Papers by Thomas Jefferson.
    "American History," she said.
    "Mostly. Biographies, too. I like to know what people have done in the past."
    But Megan didn't want to talk history —of any sort. All she wanted to listen to was John's voice. She couldn't help it. There was something about his voice. It was pleasing.
    "And you like to save lives."
    John's eyes squinted. "Are you mocking me?"
    "No . Not at all. I just… I once thought about being a doctor myself," she lied. "I think it's noble. I admire it. I admire you."
    She winced, then threw a nervous smile at John . She was going too fast. Her compulsion had kicked in. But it was so damn exciting. Making the first move. Waiting for them to catch her drift.  
    But not now, you idiot.
    "Detective," Bell called from the hallway entrance, appearing as if he'd been watching the two of them speak, which of course he had.
    "Coming ." Megan walked toward Bell, swinging her hips a little more than usual, but eying Bell as she did it, almost defying him not to notice. But he was looking beyond her at John.
    "Doc, I'm going to need you to come here , too."
    John join ed them in the hallway. Bell stood outside a bedroom door facing the back entrance.
    "Doc, this one's locked . You have the key?"
    John star ed at the door, his eyes seemed to float away as if he were no longer with them. Megan thought about John standing behind her—almost too much to bear. It was the worst time, the worst place, but that's how her lust always was. That's what made her addiction so exciting and so debilitating all at once. As she kept her focus on Bell, Megan slowly reached her right hand behind her, palm open, fingers curled, like she was palming a baseball, or in this case, getting ready to cup John Randall's crotch in her hand. She wanted to caress it until he got hard, then she could turn around and drop to her knees.
    What would he do ? Would he jerk away? Would he wonder what this crazy homicide detective was doing right in the middle of her investigation?
    And she could do it right in front of Numbnuts. But before Megan could reach back far enough, John came around her, fishing into his pockets and pulling out his key ring. He found the key and handed it to Bell. But as he did, he brushed up against Megan's left shoulder as he leaned forward. She didn't make any effort to move away. In fact, she moved her left hand so it scraped against his right thigh and rested it, palm open, on the back of his upper thigh for a split second. She pressed down gently to make sure he knew it was there, then she pulled it away. She was sure he'd felt it.
    Bell inserted the key into the lock. John turned  to