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past visiting hours, so you need to go.”
    Though I may have thwarted her initial skepticism, I can tell by her stance that she means business. Her hand is on her hip, and she’s shooting me an authoritative gaze that screams how seriously she takes her nursing responsibilities. There will be no overriding or bending of the hospital rules on her watch.
    “I’ll come back at a better time, and thank you for your patience and understanding. Oh, and could you please keep my visit a secret just between us? I’d really like to surprise her when I visit the next time.”
    I slide past her as she moves to check her patient’s vitals, and I notice she’s also inspecting the various IVs and tubes in her body. I have to fight the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. There is no need to check any of that. If I want to kill her—and I do—I’ll choke the bitch, slice her throat, or smother her ass with a pillow like I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted. In fact, if this nosey bitch hadn’t wandering in when she did, the only person who could testify against me would be dead by now. There will be another opportunity, and when it comes, I will take full advantage of it, making sure I’m successful in finishing the bitch off. My efforts tonight won’t go completely unrewarded, though. I think, perhaps, I’ve found my next victim in the nosey nurse. I’m very angry she interrupted me, and making me angry is a very unwise thing to do.



Chapter Nine
    Melanie
    I grab my phone, answering it on the second ring. We’ve spent all day following around Kimberly Regis, doing surveillance while she shops at all the upper echelon boutiques in town. Now we are sitting in the SUV, parked outside a popular bar in the downtown Louisville area, while she dances the night away inside. As far as information gleaned from watching her, we’ve gotten all of nothing, except perhaps, that it is looking more and more likely that she is an opportunistic gold digger like we initially believed. It still doesn’t change my mind about Richard Roundtree being a possible rapist. He might not have done any harm to Kimberly Regis, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t hurt others. In a matter of this extreme importance, making sure the guy is innocent is just as important as making sure he’s guilty. If he is living some secret, debauched lifestyle, we need to know so that he doesn’t harm any more innocent women.
    I listen as a panicked Evelyn fills me in on what’s going on. Quickly, I press the button for the speaker so my husband can hear as well, placing a finger over my lips to let him know to be quiet. I want Evelyn to think we’re in cahoots together, with no one else involved.
    “He was here!”
    “Who? Who was there?”
    “Richard Roundtree! The dirtbag was standing over her bed, staring at her while she slept. Is that creepy or what? Can you imagine how freaked out she would have been if she’d woken up and seen her attacker looking down on her? Geez, even if I didn’t save her life, I damn sure saved the poor girl’s sanity.”
    Immediate mental red flags go up when she says saved her life. “Do you feel like you saved her life?” I don’t give her time to answer; I’m too full of questions to be patient. “What did he say when you came in?”
    “I confronted him and told him that it wasn’t visiting hours.”
    “Why do you think he was there?”
    “I couldn’t clearly see because the lighting was so dim and his body was blocking my view, but it looked like he was holding a pillow over her face.”
    “He may very well have been. You probably saved that woman’s life tonight.”
    “Like I said, I at least saved her mental stability. Do you think someone should be stationed outside her room?”
    “I can’t give that order without involving the police, and she doesn’t want that. You’ll just need to be sure to watch her closely because if he was there to kill her, he won’t let the notion go until he’s