“I want it just as bad as you but we need to stay focused. We can't be fooling around in the backseat when Fallon makes a move.”
Trevor knocked his head onto the window. “I know. I know.”
“I'm really trusting you on this one, Trevor. We could be wasting a lot of time if this isn't our man.”
“I'd bet my life on it,” he replied.
And Karen believed him.
A man with red hair walked out of the clubhouse and into the night. “That's our man isn't it?”
Trevor nodded. They both watched him mount his bike and drive off. Karen started the car and kept her headlights off. They followed him slowly and far enough away not to be noticed. Fallon visited a pizza parlor for a quick bite and ended up at the Eight of Spades.
“This is your bar right?” Karen asked.
“Not mine but the club's.”
Karen rolled her eyes. “Well if he's from a rival MC, then why is he drinking at your place?”
“Like I said before, Fallon has always been different. He doesn't care about rivalries or loyalty. He'd kill his own man if he had the chance.”
“But your club allows him in?”
“Look around, the place is packed. I doubt they're looking at each and every person that enters to make sure they're not from a rival MC.”
Karen saw that the parking lot was almost full which was pretty good considering it was a weeknight.
“This is looking like it's going to be another long night,” Karen said.
“What time is it?” Trevor asked.
Karen pulled up her sleeve and checked her silver Rosefield watch. “Only 8:45.”
“And what time does the last class end at the college?”
Karen could see where he was going with this line of questioning. “He still has a couple hours until the last class lets out.”
Trevor leaned over the armrest and whispered into her ear, “Sitting next to you and doing nothing is torture.”
A shiver ran down Karen's spine and she took in a sudden breath. Trevor put his lips on her neck. She wanted to fight him off. To tell him that this case was too important to mess up. She kept her eyes on the front door of the bar as Trevor nibbled on her.
Karen fought against the pleasure. She tried to think of anything else that could keep her focused. But resistance was futile. Trevor's touch was too much to handle. Karen closed her eyes and put her hand on the back of Trevor's head, holding him close to her neck.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” she said. “But we should stop.” Karen peeked at the front door of the bar and everything was the same.
Trevor didn't respond as he pulled down the collar of her black jacket to get to her exposed shoulder. He kissed his way down, biting down on her black bra strap. His hand sneaked over and in between her legs. If it wasn't for her jeans, Karen would be in big trouble.
Karen was so lightheaded. She didn't know how she could ever get him to stop. Her limbs felt like jelly. Karen couldn't put up any resistance. Things were moving so quickly and she didn't want to resist anymore. “Trevor, you have to...”
Karen opened her eyes for just a moment to notice that Fallon's bike was gone. She immediately pushed Trevor off her. “Where the fuck is his motorcycle?”
Trevor turned towards the front of the bar. His eyes searched the row of bikes but they came up empty. “I don't know.”
He jumped out of the car and ran to the motorcycles. He went through each one looking for Fallon's black and yellow Harley. But it wasn't there. He turned back to Karen in the car and shook his head.
Karen cursed and started the car. Trevor ran towards her as she quickly spun the car around. He jumped into the passenger seat as she shot out of the parking lot.
“How the fuck did he get past us?” Karen asked.
Trevor punched the console in front of him. “He knew he was being watched.”
“But how?”
“He must've spotted us outside his clubhouse. We should've been more careful.”
“So now we're fucked. He isn't going to kill someone when he's got the heat on him.”
Trevor turned to Karen. “Get to the college now. Fallon loves a challenge. He wouldn't stop for anyone.”
Karen slammed her foot down onto the pedal and sped through a red light.
Chapter Sixteen
Karen and Trevor circled around the college parking lots, searching for Fallon's bike.
She turned the wheel hand over hand as they exited the third parking lot. At this time of night, there were barely any cars parked. “I'm not seeing it here, Trevor.”
“I know he's here. Keep driving.”
They came to the last parking lot at the college. “There aren't even any cars parked here. Face it, Fallon is just playing games with us. He knew we were watching him and took us for a ride. Then he went back home.”
“What time is it?”
Karen pointed to the clock on the dashboard that read 9:57 pm.
“Park the car,” Trevor said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Remember when you told me that a witness heard a bike racing off?”
Karen nodded, trying to follow along.
“Where was the victim killed?”
“Along one of the pathways through the school.” It hit Karen like a ton of bricks. “She was too far away from the parking lot to hear a motorcycle.”
“He must park his bike in some bushes close to where he kills. That way it's a quick getaway.”
“That motherfucker.” Karen kicked the brakes and the car came to a stop. She didn't care if the car wasn't parked within the white lines. She leaned over and popped open the glove box. Her government-issued Glock sat there. She pulled it out and checked the magazine.
“You should stay in the car,” she told Trevor.
Trevor pulled out a silver Colt revolver and spun the chamber around. “Fuck that. I'm coming with you.”
Karen looked at his big gun and wanted to laugh. The ex-con thought he was some sort of cowboy. But this was no laughing matter. And she didn't have time to argue.
They both jumped out of the car and into the darkness. Trevor ran at top speed and Karen was able to keep up to him thanks to all her marathon runs at the academy. Students began to flood out of the classrooms. They couldn't follow every girl. There were too many of them.
Trevor stood in the middle of the crowd trying to spot Fallon. Karen couldn't see over all the heads. “Do you see anything?” She knew it was a stupid question.
Trevor sprinted away and Karen followed, her heart thumping in her ears.
She spotted something out of the corner of her eye as they rounded a corner. “Trevor! Wait up.”
Trevor stopped in his tracks and turned around. Karen approached a set of bushes and pulled them apart to reveal a yellow and black Harley.
“He's got to be close,” Trevor said, pulling out his revolver.
Karen did the same. “Be careful. There's too many civilians around.”
They crept through the college that was beginning to quiet down. They stayed by Fallon's bike because they knew he needed his getaway close at hand. But they still needed to find him before he killed again.
That's when Karen saw it. A white girl with long brown hair and black glasses was being trailed by a dark figure. She couldn't quite make him out but she knew by his walk that he was stalking prey.
Karen yelled, “Freeze!”
Everything moved in slow motion. Trevor turned to see Karen bring up her gun and pointed it across the grass. His eyes followed the line of sight until they met Fallon as he pulled the unsuspecting victim into his grasp and put a long hunting knife to her throat.
“Put your guns down or this chick gets it.” He dug the tip of his blade into the skin of the girl until it brought blood. She screamed and tears fell down her cheeks. Karen never wanted to see that look of fear ever again.
Trevor raised his gun immediately. Karen had been trained to drop h
er gun in a situation like this. It wasn't like the movies where they took the shot and always made it. This was real life and this woman's life was in their hands.
Karen put her hands up in the air. “We're putting our guns down,” Karen said, slowly bending over.
Trevor's eyes shifted to Karen. “We are?”
“We both are dropping our guns,” Karen repeated.
Trevor grit his teeth. He didn't like this one bit. He just needed the right moment to take the shot. There was no way he could miss. But Fallon wasn't going to wait one more moment before he slit this poor girl's throat.
“Is that you, Trevor Kent? I've always dreamed of being in a situation where I could kill you,” Fallon said.
“You and me both, Fallon,” Trevor replied.
“Drop your weapon, motherfucker. I swear to god, I'll kill her right in front of you.”
Trevor knew he wasn't bluffing. He put his hands up in the air to surrender.
“Throw your guns to me,” Fallon said. His psychotic grin stretched from ear to ear.
They both complied and threw their guns across the grass until they rested at Fallon's feet. Karen gulped. He could kill all three of them now. Why did the FBI train her this way again?
Fallon just smiled.
And Karen felt unsettled. She'd never been face-to-face with a serial killer before and she wasn't prepared for how fucked up they were.
“Let the girl go,” Karen announced. She had nothing to bargain with except for empty threats. “We'll let you walk away if you let the girl go.”
“Fine. I'll let the girl go,” Fallon replied. He released his stranglehold on the woman and pushed her away. The girl whimpered as she ran off into the night.
Karen was shocked. Her negotiation tactic actually worked. The boys back in Washington would laugh when they heard about about it.
But Trevor knew better.
Fallon eyed Karen and threw his long knife straight towards her.
Trevor screamed out Karen's name as he ran to her. He wanted to jump in front of the path of the incoming missile and save her.
But he was too far away.
Karen saw it coming and tried her best to dodge. She always thought she had a quick reaction time. The blade of the knife buried itself in Karen's shoulder. She howled in pain as she clutched the hilt of the blade. Karen had never felt pain like this before. Her brain was screaming at her. The scenery began to spin. Karen swayed from side to side. She almost toppled over until Trevor came to her side to keep her from falling.
“Karen! Are you okay?” he said with tears in his eyes. He slowly laid Karen onto the grass and brushed her hair from her face.
Karen was more surprised by the tears than the knife. Trevor really cared for her. She'd never expected that. “I think I have a knife stuck in me. Can you take it out?”
“Yeah you do. But I can't take it out yet. We don't want you to lose more blood. Just keep pressure around the blade.”
Karen cursed. Trevor was right. She could bleed out in seconds if she took the knife out.
Trevor turned back to Fallon.
The serial killer shrugged. “Sorry about that, Trevor. Didn't know she was your girl. Now I'll have a little more fun with her after I crush your skull.”
Trevor was blinded with rage. Nothing could stop him. “I'm going to kill you.” He lunged for the guns that sat at Fallon's feet but Fallon kicked them behind him.
Fallon wagged his finger at him. “No guns. Only fists.” He cracked his knuckles and craned his neck to both shoulders.
Trevor stood up and did the same. He was going to enjoy every second of this.
Fallon came screaming at him, fists flying in wide crazy circles.
Trevor put up his arms in defense and blocked most of the blows but caught one in the jaw. His eyes went blurry for a moment but he was able to counter with two punches to Fallon's midsection.
Fallon doubled over, holding his stomach. It looked like it was already over. Trevor straightened up and then Fallon began to laugh. It started off low and began to build until it became villainous.
Trevor felt a sudden fear wash over him. This wasn't a man. It was a thing that needed to be exterminated.
Trevor came out swinging, catching Fallon in the cheek with a right cross. Another punch to the face crushed Fallon's nose. Blood streamed down his face.
Trevor backed off as Fallon tried to kick him away. Fallon licked the blood off his upper lip and smiled. “This is more fun that I thought it would be.”
Trevor punched him over and over again. Fallon's face turned in a bloated purple mess of bruised flesh. But he wasn't going down. Sweat streamed down Trevor's face. He could barely lift up his arms.
And that's when Fallon took his chance. An uppercut caught Trevor right in the chin. His head snapped back and he flew to the ground. He wondered if it was all over as he lay there dazed and confused.
Fallon came up to him in his field of vision. He was hardly recognizable anymore. Both his eyes were puffed up little slits. Trevor didn't know how Fallon could even see. But he was ready to finish this.
Trevor glanced over at Karen that was still sprawled out in the grass clutching her wound. The adrenaline rush brought him right back.
But Fallon never played fair.
“I think I've had my fill of you.” Fallon pulled out a pistol from his waistband and pointed the muzzle right at Trevor.
Trevor didn't want it to end this way.
“Any last words, Trevor?”
Trevor spit on Fallon's black boots. “Fuck you, Fallon.”
“Very well,” he replied. Fallon cocked back the hammer.
Trevor clenched his eyes shut. Two loud gunshots rang out.
After a second, Trevor felt no pain. He opened his eyes and checked himself. No bullet wounds. He was alive for some reason.
Fallon dropped his gun and looked down at the two massive exit wounds in his chest. He grinned one last time before falling to the ground.
Karen was on the grass behind Fallon holding onto Trevor's revolver. Smoke still hung in the air around the gun. Her knife wound was still bleeding.
Trevor got up and ran to Karen. “You're one hell of a woman. I guess I owe you now,” he said as he gathered her in his arms.
She smiled. “You owe me big time.” The gun dropped from her hand as her eyes fluttered.
Trevor shook her. “Stay with me, Karen!”
Karen could hear Trevor calling her but she was so tired.
Everything soon went to black.
Chapter Seventeen
Karen's eyes fluttered open. A white ceiling greeted her. Beeps from machines rang in her ear. Her head tilted down and she saw that she was dressed in a white hospital gown.
Karen breathed a sigh of relief. She was still alive.
She poked at the bandage on her shoulder and winced. The pain was still there but dulled by whatever drugs she was on.
Karen smiled when she saw Trevor sitting in the chair next to her, his arms crossed and sound asleep. Karen didn't want to wake him just yet. They both needed their rest.
Trevor could almost sense something and opened his eyes. Karen was still asleep in the hospital bed. Even with everything they had been through, she still looked insanely beautiful. The doctor had told him that she was going to be all right.
Everything was going to be okay.
And when the nurses told him that visitor's hours were up, all it took was one look from Trevor to make them leave him alone.
–
Karen was in the hospital for a few days while she recovered. Trevor sat by her side the entire time. But they both knew that things weren't going to end the way they wanted it to.
Karen would have to go back to Washington D.C.
Trevor couldn't leave his motorcycle club.
They didn't want to speak about it but the cloud of darkness hung in the air.
When the day came that Karen had to leave, Trevor wanted to drive her to the airport but sh
e refused. Karen didn't want to make things even harder.
They hugged for a long time while a yellow cab waited for Karen.
It took a couple honks from the driver to finally get them to break the embrace.
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