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ran deep enough, I could see him approaching me with an offer to slip among the police. I had always refused to even associate with the police, unwilling to risk my education and further entomb myself in Kenneth’s work.
    With so many changes in society, I wondered if my tactic of avoiding relationships with those in the police had been a mistake. During the interviewing process at the college, most of the police had treated me well enough.
    Either my caste didn’t bother them as much as I thought it would, or my acceptance into Bach studies had been enough to counter my upbringing.
    Could taking advantage of the police’s open application period give me everything I needed to finally free myself from Kenneth?
    With Rob and Colby around, the burning need to escape my caste didn’t consume me quite as much. As long as I remained eligible to continue my Bach studies, I could build a comfortable life—one with them in it.
    I turned the volume down on my laptop, pressed play on the first of the videos, and studied the woman’s face. Watching the video reminded me what Kenneth had meant to do to me—would have done if Rob hadn’t been present to protect me. No matter how much I loathed the idea of having sex with Kenneth, he would have gotten exactly what he wanted from me with the drug’s help.
    I wondered how many of the women had wanted to sleep with Terry Moore before he took them to his bed and killed them.
    Kenneth Smith and Dean Lewis were bound together. If I ruined one, I would ruin the other. First, I had to provide irrevocable proof Kenneth had supplied Terry Moore with the red drug. Second, I had to prove Dean Lewis had signed a contract with Terry Moore to have the women raped and murdered.
    The waters ran deep and cold, and I’d swim in them, as much of a predator as the elite who sought to rule the world. Maybe Rob was right in his belief the elite would work together to remain in power, but he was wrong about one critical thing.
    The elite could be played against each other. If I did everything just right, I could work with both Kenneth Smith and Dean Lewis without either one of them believing I was doing anything other than the work they ordered me to do.
    I was good at what I did. Even if they believed I intended to betray them, I would profess my innocence until the moment I turned on them, baring my fangs and biting them until they bled.
    I had started as Kenneth Smith’s hound of war, but he had forged me too well. I had become something else entirely. To destroy Kenneth’s empire and disgrace Dean Lewis, I would be a wolf eager for the hunt.
    I’d be a little more human, too. Rob had it right. He didn’t need a reason to care about the victims left behind in the games the elite played, and neither did I.
    All they needed was justice, and we would get it for them somehow.

    My determination to find justice for the raped and murdered women kept me awake long after I should have collapsed in an exhausted stupor. I dug out and booted the college’s laptop, pulling up the database I had created for the registration of the dae.
    It took me most of the day to manually recreate the database on my laptop. My attempts to wake Rob and move him to the bedroom had ended with his sleepy complaints and refusal to move.
    I had no idea how he could sleep for so long sprawled on the couch, but I liked having him close while I worked. Turning my attention back to my laptop, I considered my options. While I could disconnect the system from the internet and temporarily disable the government-installed spyware, there was still a chance someone might figure out what I had done.
    There was no official reason for me to need a copy of the dae registration database, and the last thing I needed was unwanted attention.  
    When I finally finished, I logged into the college’s network.
    Others had picked up where I had left off, although none of them had been as thorough. Judging from the collection of files and emails, at
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