Lovely Bad Things by Trisha Wolfe EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Trisha Wolfe
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S IX M O N THS AGO
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HALEN
The courtroom air is a living, visceral force as it breathes over the
crowded bodies in the pews. The weight of it bears down on my
uncomfortable dress suit, the material too stiff, the seams slightly
off-center, making the atmosphere dense as a current arcs between me and
the defendant.
A shock of heat licks my skin as his soulless gaze attempts to penetrate my
resolve, to try to weaken me. Slate-green and the hottest blue embers, his
eyes are a thing of beauty, like being lured into quicksand.
The disarming temptation draws you close before you fall into the abyss.
The expensive black suit enfolds his leanly cut form like a sheath over a
blade, striking and lethal. Only an indication of his tattooed skin sneaks past
the collar. The tip of an archaic design swirls along the lower part of his
neck. Inked sigils mark his fingers. He taps his thumb ring against the
defendant’s table in rhythmic succession to the clicking of the A/C vent.
A crooked grin curls his full lips as I take my seat on the witness stand after
I’ve been sworn in to give my testimony.
Judge McCarthy may reside over this proceeding, but this courtroom is
Kallum Locke’s church. He rules over the eager mass, charming his flock, a
magician with a bag of tricks.
His deception is flawless. If you can’t see past the handsome, sophisticated
philosophy professor with sleek black hair and alluring eyes, then you fail
to notice the gruesome crime-scene photos stacked along the wall.
The victim, Percy Wellington, was the fourth in a string of ritualistic
murders that ranged across five New England states. I’d been working the
Harbinger case for eleven months when I got called to the university crime
scene in Cambridge.
Just twenty miles away from the third scene where I was stationed.
Right away, I noticed the differences between the cases. The distance, for
one: the Harbinger killer always separated his kills by state lines. The
timing: only five days between kills, whereas the killer typically waited at
least two months. Which could indicate he was devolving, but then there
was the method:
The Harbinger killer performed a ceremony, adorning his victims like the
fabled harbinger of death and doom, the death’s-head hawkmoth. Once the
victim was transformed into the moth with the face of a skull, the killer
decapitated the head. This was part of his ritual to try to stave off a
doomsday he believed would befall the world.
He always left a letter—written in block letters; no DNA or prints—at the
scenes, forewarning about the end of times, a vague event he predicted
would occur to wipe out humanity.
First responders recovered no letter at the Cambridge scene.
Rather, the university crime scene was more personal in nature. The
perpetrator seemed to either hesitate with severing the head or physically
struggle, using a different instrument altogether after a violent attack that
left the victim disfigured.
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