Lucky Like Us

chapter Twenty-One

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Saturday, Noon

HE PRESSED THE heavy weight up to the resting bar and rolled up from the weight bench. Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest. His muscles quivered from exertion, but the sense of euphoria that kept him up all night thinking about killing Elizabeth hadn’t waned.

He wiped a towel over his face and body. He took pride in every sculpted muscle and believed in strength in both body and mind. He flexed his foot, the ache not so bad today.

Anxious to catch the news of Elizabeth’s death, he switched off the blaring rock music he worked out to and tuned the TV to local news.

“. . . survived an attempt on her life last night when the Silver Fox tried to kill Miss Hamilton in her ICU hospital room where she is recovering from serious injuries. She’s listed in critical condition and remains on life support at this hour. The entire Hamilton family is at her bedside. It’s unclear how the serial killer snuck past security without anyone seeing him. A security guard and nurse were injured . . .”

Unable to control his rage, he chucked a ten-pound weight at the screen, cracking it and shutting the damn thing up.

“Shit. How the f*cking hell did she f*cking survive?”

If she hadn’t woken up, calling out for that damn agent, she’d be dead like she’s supposed to be. “F*ck.”

Well, not again. Next time, he’d make her pay for f*cking up his life. No way in hell was she leaving that hospital alive.