The Darkness Inside Us (A Detective King Suspense Thriller) (A Detective King Novel Book 3) Read Free

at the bank of desks, waiting to receive newcomers, look up at me and smile. I’m afraid that they know, wondering if the demon is inside of one of them. I should have told her not to come in contact with anyone, to only open the door for me. When she calls me, I’ll tell her.
    Thankfully, I make it out to the Shelby in the back of the parking lot, unlock the doors, and slip down into the seat when she calls me, way earlier than I expected. I look out across the dark parking lot, staring at the shadowy interiors of all the surrounding cars, wondering if I’m being watched by dark beings, waiting to lunge out at me with a moment’s notice, hungry for my eternal soul. I lift the phone to my ear. “Hello?” I answer.
    “Damian Sullivan is going to be assigned as an RA,” she answers. “He has a tremor in his right hand which causes his hand to shake enough that he’s a liability in the field.”
    “Wait, what the hell is an RA?” I ask her.
    “A recruiter’s assistant,” Lola clarifies. “He’s going to be posted in schools and at malls to help recruiters pull in newbies to join the ranks. He’ll most likely be put in this area, since he has connections to local schools and civilians.”
    “That’s just great.” I shake my head. “Anything else?”
    “Just his phone number and his address,” she tells me with a tone that means she was expecting me to be impressed. I am impressed. “I looked up your daughter and I found out where she works. She works at the high school that Damian graduated from. I think this thing is trying to get to your daughter.”
    I feel the world spin, though it seems all the movement is inside me. In the pit of my stomach I know she is right. This thing is toying with me, knowing well that I am no match for it. Fighting the urge to vomit, I fire up the Shelby and tear out of the parking lot. I need to let go of all of this emotion before it gets the best of me. I need to loosen my grasp on all that I now know to be true and real. I can’t get too caught up in all this or I’ll be useless. I cannot afford to be overwhelmed. I need a release.

 
     
    II
    “What’s your name?” I ask her, pushing her down onto her bed. She sinks down onto her ass and then lays down, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. She’s no Hope, but she’s definitely enough for me to want more of her. She’s beautiful enough that she’s got me hard as a barrel, waiting to fill her with everything that I’ve got. I look at her and wonder what’s hiding under that shirt, under that skirt. She smiles at me, drunk as a skunk and barely comprehending where she is. I don’t care. I’m beyond caring at this point. When I saw her, I saw an opportunity and I knew that I wouldn’t regret it. Right now, I don’t. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from this life, it’s that you take what you want and you don’t apologize for it. That’s how winning is done.
    “Alice,” she giggles.
    The house is empty, except for her brother who is in his bedroom with his headphones on, playing a video game or something. It would be hard growing up in a house with an older sister who looked like Alice. I spread her legs and drum my fingers up her inner thigh until I’m touching her soaked panties. Making out had made her practically orgasm. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to finger her and she was already moaning. It had been ages since this little, tight piece of ass got any action.
    She had been stumbling around outside of that stupid club that Hope had dragged me to. Her friends assured me that they would see to it that Hope made it back home safe and sound. I had other things to attend to. Of course, that was when I saw Alice. Whatever I was going to do, it slipped my mind when I saw her downing the last of her Mike’s and I knew that there was no way this girl was getting home alone. I approached her and asked her where the party was and she said that I had missed it, that she had just dumped her