It was a text message from a private number with just three words and a video link.
I swallowed heavily, staring down at the screen.
For Madison Kate.
Someone knew I didn't have my phone on me... so they'd messaged Steele instead. Archer reached out and hit play on the video link, and instantly my skin prickled. Cold sweat broke out all over my body and my heart raced so hard I thought it might stop beating.
The video was shaky and a bit blurred, seemingly taken on someone’s phone through the window at our front door. But the content was clear enough. It showed me shooting Scott in the head, then standing over his body totally expressionless and cold. Then I just... walked away with the gun in my hand.
My stomach churned with icy terror, but the message wasn't over.
Once I was gone from the camera, the video faded into blackness and words appeared on the screen, letter by letter in a blood-red font.
Whoops, wrong person. You missed.
My chest tightened and my pulse thundered in my ears as that message faded and a new one appeared.
I never miss.
Understanding flashed across my mind in a split second as the red light appeared again, but this time in the middle of Steele's chest. It was a dot. A red dot... like a laser sight might make.
A panicked scream tore out of me at the same time as the shot echoed through the silent night air.
Something hard and heavy slammed into me, and my face scraped against the gravel of the parking lot. Pain ricocheted through my chest and I cried out, but it was no use.
Blood coated the ground in front of my face and an anguished scream tore out of me. I stared into a beautiful, heartbreakingly familiar pair of gray eyes and watched as the light ebbed from them.
That last message repeated over and over in my mind.
I never miss.
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