“What do you say?” he asked.
“I don’t know, Craig. The pub is so busy. You’d think people would stay away after what happened, but it’s been crazy busy. Declan has had to hire on two more people.”
“He would tell you to go,” he said.
“Should we go find out?” she asked, leaning against him.
He laughed softly, pulling her closer. “It’s funny. I’m with this lovely young woman,” he said softly, “and yet I seem to be dating an entire family.”
She smoothed back his hair, watching him anxiously. “Do you mind?”
He shook his head. “I’ll take a Guinness,” he told her.
She smiled and took his hand.
They would head to the pub, he thought, and then home.
Where she would make very careful love to him.
Life was good, he thought, and he pulled her closer still, then kissed her thoroughly.
He wondered what else the future might hold.
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Haunted Destiny
by Heather Graham
They’d started out on foot that morning—not long after the murder was reported.
The murder that would soon bring the Big Easy to its knees, the eleventh attributed to the man the media had dubbed the “Archangel.”
And who had now, apparently, moved into New Orleans.
The perpetrator had already left his mark on other cities. The first two killings had taken place in Charleston, South Carolina. Two women were murdered there, their bodies found in churches; the actual crime scenes had never been discovered. That was six months ago.
After that, there’d been a lull. At that time, the Archangel hadn’t been given his moniker yet and he hadn’t been on the nation’s radar as a serial killer.
Some wanted to believe that the killer himself was dead, or that he’d been incarcerated on other charges, the true extent of his crimes never known.
But those first two murders had held a strange signature—both victims displayed in churches with a saint’s medallion around their necks. And most investigators expected the killer to strike again.
Which he did, four months later.
The killer had come further south, taking two lives in Miami, Florida, and quickly followed by two more. just up the coast in Ft. Lauderdale.
Then, for another four months, nothing.
Law enforcement worked day and night, certain that he’d strike again—but not knowing where.
He did.
He’d travelled on to Mobile, Alabama. There, he’d killed three young women and a young man—the boyfriend, by all accounts, arriving too late to save the last Mobile victim—and not at all prepared for the homicidal knife-wielder he’d come to meet. An actor returning home after his show, he’d obviously put up a fight. The young woman had been left on church steps, the boyfriend dumped in an alley. They knew this time, however—from various cell phone calls and messages—that the couple had been attacked at the young woman’s home, a small bungalow in a wooded area of the city.
But despite the disarray and the traces of blood in the bathtub, the killer had left behind no fingerprints, no fibers—no hint of his identity.
The last four had died in a period of three days, all while local law and the FBI scrambled after the Archangel like ants, certain they were getting close. They’d called out the National Guard in Mobile—only for the killer to refuse to strike again.