Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
"So it's highly likely he's still looking for her?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
Shadow pulls in a deep breath before speaking. "I mean, nearly eleven and a half years later? Maybe?"
"Spending over eight and a half years incarcerated and the last eighteen months under supervision? That's a long time to plan vengeance," Kincaid says. "And we all know how much time inmates have on their hands. I'd say it's very likely. A guy like Graham Whitmore, from what we've been presented with, doesn't seem like the kind of guy who's going to take a loss and not try to get a little retribution when he gets a chance."
"I'm still digging to see what he was really like in prison, but according to their records, he was violent the first couple of years with multiple infractions. He refused counseling at first, but by his third year, he had learned how to play the game. He went through anger management, even had a job in the kitchen, but we all know the difference between looking compliant with prison rules and actually being compliant."
"He learned the system," Kincaid mutters.
"Of course he did," Shadow says. "He wouldn't get out if he kept acting up. I can't imagine the rage that built up in him every day he worked in the kitchen. Going from being a rich asshole with all that money at his fingertips to a job serving other inmates their meals? I bet the rage just built for years and years, and revenge for what he no doubt views as degradation is probably higher than what he was feeling about her before lockup."
"He's been compliant for the last eighteen months on parole?" Kincaid asks.
"From the looks of it," Max answers. "No issues written up in his case notes."
"Ankle monitor?" Shadow asks.
"No," Max replies. "Just your basic parole requirements. He does have travel restrictions, of course, but no digital monitoring. I don't even know if he would've been released on one if she had stuck around long enough to request enhanced supervision. His parole requires that he have no contact with the victim."
"Something made her leave Kansas in a hurry," Kincaid says. "Any evidence you can find that he attempted or made contact with her?"
"I'm still digging, but nothing has come up yet," Max says.
"It's also possible that he's waiting until he's done with supervision completely to make his move," I interject.
"That's a hell of a lot of patience," Shadow says.
"Especially for a man who stabbed his wife in a fit of rage," Kincaid adds. "But not completely unheard of."
"She's not safe. She won't be until he's no longer a threat," I growl.
Kincaid looks in my direction, and I know he can read my mind without the words ever having to work their way past my lips.
Monsters only stop when they're dead.
"I agree, but there are ways we can go about doing this that don't land one of us on a prison block," Kincaid tells me before looking back in Max's direction. "Let's get someone on him. I want him monitored twenty-four-seven, with reports back on his behaviors and habits. I don't want the man to eat lunch with his family without knowing what was on his plate."
"Cerberus or someone else?" Max asks, his fingers working on his keyboard.
"Do we have someone we can trust over there?" Kincaid asks.
"Yes," Max answers.
"Make it happen," Kincaid tells him.
Knowing this motherfucker is going to be monitored should make me feel better or at least give me some sense of relief, but it doesn't. I hate the idea that we have to sit around and wait for him to try and do something before we can make sure he'll never be a problem again.
"I can go," I say.
"No," Kincaid and Shadow say simultaneously.
Kincaid gives me a small smile, but it doesn't ease the ache of the sting at the immediate rejection of my offer.
"I love the enthusiasm, but you're needed here," Kincaid says.
I can't blame the man for refusing. He knows my behaviors enough to know exactly what I'd do the second I laid eyes on him, but hearing her story just gets inside of me in a way that a lot of other things I've been faced with haven't had the ability to.
I know I wouldn't waste a second watching this guy. Our first contact would no doubt be a bullet right between his eyes without a care for witnesses.
I pull in a deep breath and release it slowly, doing my best to calm my pounding heartbeat.
"Obviously, we're going to hire her for the shelter position," Kincaid says. "She'll be a good fit, but it also gives us the ability to monitor her while she's at work."
"And when she isn't?" I argue.
"Graham Whitmore doesn't seem like the type of man who is going to let someone else dole out his vengeance," Kincaid tells me. "He's going to want to do it himself. I fully believe that she's safe so long as he stays on the East Coast."