Free Blind Rage by Terri Persons Page A

“Touché. Did someone try for a spot in BSU and get turned down?”
    “I never bothered applying; I figured I wasn’t…different enough.”
    “You’re different enough now.” She checked her wristwatch.
    “Waiting for a call?”
    “Garcia.” She wanted that scarf off him, and it looked like she wasn’t going to get it until Thursday.
    “He didn’t show last night?”
    “No. He got tied up, and he’s running around today.” She went back to the wall of yellow scraps. “There’s got to be someone we missed. Someone they all trusted.”
    Creed looked at his screen again. “Someone who was into some really sick stuff.”

 
     
    Chapter 9

     
    “BRACE YOURSELF,” SHE SAID, CRACKING OPEN HER APARTMENT door and flipping on a ceiling light.
    He ran his eyes over the messy room. “I suppose it doesn’t help if your roommates are sloppy.”
    “I live alone.”
    “Open mouth. Insert foot.”
    She sighed. “Don’t worry about it.”
    “You sound tired,” he said.
    “Long day.” She took off her vest and tossed it and her purse onto a chair. “Can I get you something?”
    He took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair. “Sit. I’ll get you something.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Seriously. Sit. I mean it.”
    She kicked away some empty Chinese takeout cartons, picked a cat off the sofa, and lowered herself onto the cushions. “The kitchen is bad.”
    “I’ll manage.”
    “Be afraid. Be very afraid.”
    “I’m going to use your bathroom first.”
    “Down the hall,” she said, pointing.
    She bent to pull off her boots. Heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door pop open.
    “How about I pour you a glass of wine?” he asked as he headed to the kitchen. “Do you have any?”
    She chewed her bottom lip. “I really shouldn’t, but I guess a little would be all right.”
    “After all,” he said, “it is a special occasion.”
    “You’re right. If you can find it, go for it.” Because of her meds, she didn’t react well to alcohol. She became dizzy and drowsy. She didn’t want to think about her illness tonight, however, and told herself a single glass couldn’t hurt. She heard him opening and closing drawers and hollered, “Corkscrew’s in the drawer to the right of the sink!”
    After a few minutes, he reappeared with a tall tumbler filled to the top with red wine. A paper towel was wrapped around it. “I filled it a little too full.”
    “Good thing I don’t work until tomorrow afternoon,” she said, taking the drink from him.
    He went back into the kitchen. “Now I’ve got to find a second clean glass.”
    “Good luck with that,” she said after him. She took a sip. She hadn’t had booze in a while, and it tasted off to her. It was also flooding her body with warmth, however, and that couldn’t be a bad thing. Putting the glass to her mouth, she tipped it back and swallowed hard.
     
     
     
    SHE AWOKE on the floor, with him on top of her. Her jeans and sweater were off. How had that happened? She couldn’t remember. She was dizzy and felt out of control—like one of her up days.
    He reached around with both hands and cupped her buttocks under her panties. At the same time, he lifted his right knee and pressed it into her crotch. “Do you like that?”
    “Oh, God,” she moaned.
    “Excellent.” His mouth went to her breasts.
    “That’s good,” she panted.
    He rolled off her, reached down, clamped his hand over the waist of her panties, and ripped them down. “You won’t need these.”
    “This is not how I expected things to go tonight,” she said.
    “Are you complaining?”
    “Hell, no,” she said, and gave a short, hysterical laugh.
    “Stop talking,” he said.
    “Why?”
    “You’re ruining the moment.”
    She watched while he unrolled a condom over his erection. “You came prepared.”
    He crawled back on top of her. “Please stop talking, Kyra dear.”
    She gasped as he entered her and wrapped her legs around his hips. “You’re a