Bane

  Every time he had to start over, he changed his name and profession in another city or town. There had been so many different lives already, he could barely remember his given name anymore.

  He stared at the second number on the piece of paper. He got up, grabbed the paper and his drink, then walked over to the laptop computer on the desk. He’d brought it with him tonight so he could get some work done while he was away from home and now he was glad he had. Logging on to his work computer, he quickly entered the information and waited while the reverse directory did its work. In a few minutes, he had the information he needed.

  The phone number belonged to a Luna Mathias. He frowned when he realized he knew that name. The DMV photo he was looking at also gave her current address. He sat back in his chair and gazed at the computer screen for a moment. He took another drag from his cigarette and sip of his whiskey as he stared at the information on the screen. As he exhaled the smoke, he leaned forward and hit a few more keys. He thought about where he knew the name from, and he realized according to the information on the screen she was a reporter for the Whiskey Bend Happenings newspaper. Her driver’s license photo popped on the screen and he found himself looking at someone else he had to kill before this was all over. This hit was on him as he couldn’t afford to leave any potential witnesses behind. He liked this city and he wasn’t ready to leave just yet.

  She was a loose end he’d created and it was in his best interest to tie up any and all loose ends. He wouldn’t be in business very long if anyone knew about what he did. His day job was risky enough. Being a cop in any town, big or small, was a risk these days and even though he didn’t live and work in a big city like New York or San Francisco, the town they lived in was a small town. It had barely a thousand people living here and a good deal of them lived on farms in three directions fanning out behind the town. The fourth side of the river was the Mississippi River. The city limits began on the river’s banks.

  He snubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the desk and sat back in his chair. Cradling the whiskey in his glass, he stared at the computer screen for another minute or so. Her driver’s license photo burned into his brain and he knew he would never forget her, even after he killed her.

  About K. J. Dahlen

  Author of the bestselling, award winning Bratva Brothers and Satan Spawns MC Series...

  I live in a small town (population495) in Wisconsin. From my deck, I can see the Mississippi River on one side and the bluffs, where eagles live and nest on the other side. I live with my husband Dave and dog Buddy. My two children are grown and I have two grandchildren. I love to watch people and that has helped me with my writing. I often use people I watch as characters in my books and I always try to give my characters some of my own values and habits.

  I love to create characters and put them in a troubling situation then sit back and let them do all the work. My characters surprise even me at times. At some point in the book, they take on a life of their own and the twists and turns they create becomes the story. Of all the stories, I could write I found I like mystery/thrillers the best. I like to keep my readers guessing until the very end of the book.

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