The Bound Between Us

Chapter 820

Alisa was just the kind of challenge he liked so much more interesting than the others.

He got her number, slipped it into his phone, and headed out, catching a cab. The ride was quiet, city lights streaking by until he hopped out at a nearly empty park. The benches were old, lamplight barely reaching the ground.

It was late-almost midnight. The only person around sat on a bench beneath a flickering streetlamp, a beat-up duffel bag at his feet.

That was Ryder-the same guy Monica had spotted by the river earlier. He'd just left the police station after giving a statement, looking exhausted, jaw clenched tight.

When the man from the cab walked up, the two of them stared at each other. They could have been twins-identical, except for a small mole at the end of one man's left eyebrow.

Ryder kicked the duffel bag toward him. "Take the cash and lay low for a while. The cops are on your tail. If I hadn't covered for you tonight, you'd be in a cell already. Detective Jason's on the serial killer case. He doesn't let anything slide. It's only a matter of time before he finds you."

The other man grinned, eyes wild. "Come on, bro. The game's just getting started."

His name was Harry-Ryder's twin.

Ryder had put it all together the second the police grabbed him.

you want, Harry?" Ryder snapped. "You've killed three people already. When's it going to

coming. If they hadn't been so greedy, chasing men for money, they wouldn't have ended up dead." He snatched up the duffel, flashing Ryder a crooked smile. "Appreciate

Harry disappeared into the

unaware she'd been trailed all evening by a killer -finally got home and

she heard footsteps outside her door. She

you a

you don't have to do that," Herman said gently. "Sit down. Let's talk

tucking her hair behind her ear, a little awkward. "What do

the past few days, she'd tried bringing up memories, hoping something would click for him,

choosing his words. "I'm heading

you

it. She didn't know what had really happened between Herman and Sandy, but they'd spent a lot of time together-enough

about Sandy. Anastasia had been there, she knew their history, but she'd never had the nerve to bring it up. She just waited for him to say something, or tried

"There are a few things I

it clear