Free Night Kill (Private Investigator Andrew Knight Mystery Series) by RL Edinger Page A

placed his finger tips on the triangular game piece. He asked, “Who’s the next to die from the hands of the mysterious Night Blade?” The game piece didn’t move. Jazz tried to force it, but it refused.
    “Let me try,” Seth pushed Jazz out of the way. He reached in his pocket producing a tatty piece of cloth. Seth took his pocket knife and cut his finger letting a small drop of blood fall on the cloth. Next were Melissa, Jazz, Gabriel and Amber; but when it came to Chad he didn’t want any part of it.
    “Come on,” Seth said. “It’s just a game.”
    “No way,” Chad protested further.
    “Please Chad,” Amber pleaded, nuzzling his neck with a kiss.
    It tickled whenever she did that, but it also made him always give into her whatever it was that she wanted.
    “Okay,” Chad said. He took the knife and nicked his index finger. The sting only lasted a second and soon his blood was mixed with the others. Seth placed it on the game piece and immediately it started moving. As everyone watched the triangle floated across the surface of the game board finally coming to rest over the letter “D”.
    “D for Death,” Jazz said with a howling noise.
    “Knock it off Jazz.” Melissa hit him in the chest.
    “Will you two stop it,” Amber said, but then froze. Then they all heard it.
    “What is that?” Chad peered into the darkness just beyond the circle of light.
    “It sounds like someone tapping on the window,” Seth answered.
    “You guys are scaring me,” Gabriel said.
    “But we’re on the second floor,” Melissa said.
    “I’ll go look, you bunch of wimps.” Jazz jumped to his feet. He left the security of the light and walked across the room over to the window. All eyes were on Jazz’s dark silhouette. There was nothing, and then came the scream. It was a horrible, terrifying scream and Jazz bolted back to them.
    “It’s after us,” Jazz said. His face was white and breath labored.
    “What’s after us,” Melissa and Gabriel cried.
    “The Night Blade,” Jazz screamed.
    “I’m going.” Seth stood up. He entered the abyss.
    Seth walked over to the window. He peered outside but saw nothing. All Seth heard was the rustling of the branches in the trees; nothing else. He was about to turn and leave when it felt like an icy hand slid across his back finally coming to rest on his shoulder.
    “Knock it off,” Seth cursed to himself.
    Seth returned to the group.
    Jazz burst out in uproarious laughter.
    Seth had had enough. He rushed over and tackled Jazz to the floor. Seth started punching him repeatedly. Jazz begged Seth to stopped, but he didn’t. It took the others to finally drag Seth off of Jazz, who crawled away over to the safety of the window.
    “You’re crazy,” Jazz spouted off, wiping the blood off his lip.
    “You’re a jerk,” Seth cursed back.
    “Will you two just stop it?” Amber scolded them.
    “I think we should stop.” Melissa suggested.
    “I agree,” Gabriel added, looking at Seth. “We should go to our room.”
    Everyone else split off to the other dorm rooms, but Amber and Chad remained behind.
    Chad sat on the tatty, musty smelling mattress. Amber stood in front of him and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes were immediately drawn to her lacey black bra.
    “I couldn’t find anything to buy for your birthday,” Amber said removing her blouse and bra letting them drop to the floor. “So you get to have me.”
    Amber pushed Chad back on the bed and straddled him. They started kissing. Chad’s felt as if his heart was going to burst. Amber stripped the rest of her clothes off and did the same to Chad.
    “How does that feel,” Amber murmured as she felt him enter her.
    “It feels warm,” Chad answered.
    The darkness held on tightly in spite of the sunlight which was poised and ready to take its place. The Sheriff’s department had received a report that a group of teenagers had disappeared during the night while trespassing from the grounds at JFK