Chapter Sixteen
Karen and Trevor circled around the college parking lots, searching for Fallon's bike.
She turned the wheel hand over hand as they exited the third parking lot. At this time of night, there were barely any cars parked. “I'm not seeing it here, Trevor.”
“I know he's here. Keep driving.”
They came to the last parking lot at the college. “There aren't even any cars parked here. Face it, Fallon is just playing games with us. He knew we were watching him and took us for a ride. Then he went back home.”
“What time is it?”
Karen pointed to the clock on the dashboard that read 9:57 pm.
“Park the car,” Trevor said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Remember when you told me that a witness heard a bike racing off?”
Karen nodded, trying to follow along.
“Where was the victim killed?”
“Along one of the pathways through the school.” It hit Karen like a ton of bricks. “She was too far away from the parking lot to hear a motorcycle.”
“He must park his bike in some bushes close to where he kills. That way it's a quick getaway.”
“That motherfucker.” Karen kicked the brakes and the car came to a stop. She didn't care if the car wasn't parked within the white lines. She leaned over and popped open the glove box. Her government-issued Glock sat there. She pulled it out and checked the magazine.
“You should stay in the car,” she told Trevor.
Trevor pulled out a silver Colt revolver and spun the chamber around. “Fuck that. I'm coming with you.”
Karen looked at his big gun and wanted to laugh. The ex-con thought he was some sort of cowboy. But this was no laughing matter. And she didn't have time to argue.
They both jumped out of the car and into the darkness. Trevor ran at top speed and Karen was able to keep up to him thanks to all her marathon runs at the academy. Students began to flood out of the classrooms. They couldn't follow every girl. There were too many of them.
Trevor stood in the middle of the crowd trying to spot Fallon. Karen couldn't see over all the heads. “Do you see anything?” She knew it was a stupid question.
Trevor sprinted away and Karen followed, her heart thumping in her ears.
She spotted something out of the corner of her eye as they rounded a corner. “Trevor! Wait up.”
Trevor stopped in his tracks and turned around. Karen approached a set of bushes and pulled them apart to reveal a yellow and black Harley.
“He's got to be close,” Trevor said, pulling out his revolver.
Karen did the same. “Be careful. There's too many civilians around.”
They crept through the college that was beginning to quiet down. They stayed by Fallon's bike because they knew he needed his getaway close at hand. But they still needed to find him before he killed again.
That's when Karen saw it. A white girl with long brown hair and black glasses was being trailed by a dark figure. She couldn't quite make him out but she knew by his walk that he was stalking prey.
Karen yelled, “Freeze!”
Everything moved in slow motion. Trevor turned to see Karen bring up her gun and pointed it across the grass. His eyes followed the line of sight until they met Fallon as he pulled the unsuspecting victim into his grasp and put a long hunting knife to her throat.
“Put your guns down or this chick gets it.” He dug the tip of his blade into the skin of the girl until it brought blood. She screamed and tears fell down her cheeks. Karen never wanted to see that look of fear ever again.
Trevor raised his gun immediately. Karen had been trained to drop her gun in a situation like this. It wasn't like the movies where they took the shot and always made it. This was real life and this woman's life was in their hands.
Karen put her hands up in the air. “We're putting our guns down,” Karen said, slowly bending over.
Trevor's eyes shifted to Karen. “We are?”
“We both are dropping our guns,” Karen repeated.
Trevor grit his teeth. He didn't like this one bit. He just needed the right moment to take the shot. There was no way he could miss. But Fallon wasn't going to wait one more moment before he slit this poor girl's throat.
“Is that you, Trevor Kent? I've always dreamed of being in a situation where I could kill you,” Fallon said.
“You and me both, Fallon,” Trevor replied.
“Drop your weapon, motherfucker. I swear to god, I'll kill her right in front of you.”
Trevor knew he wasn't bluffing. He put his hands up in the air to surrender.
“Throw your guns to me,” Fallon said. His psychotic grin stretched from ear to ear.
They both complied and threw their guns across the grass until they rested at Fallon's feet. Karen gulped. He could kill all three of them now. Why did the FBI train her this way again?
Fallon just smiled.
And Karen felt unsettled. She'd never been face-to-face with a serial killer before and she wasn't prepared for how fucked up they were.
“Let the girl go,” Karen announced. She had nothing to bargain with except for empty threats. “We'll let you walk away if you let the girl go.”
“Fine. I'll let the girl go,” Fallon replied. He released his stranglehold on the woman and pushed her away. The girl whimpered as she ran off into the night.
Karen was shocked. Her negotiation tactic actually worked. The boys back in Washington would laugh when they heard about about it.
But Trevor knew better.
Fallon eyed Karen and threw his long knife straight towards her.
Trevor screamed out Karen's name as he ran to her. He wanted to jump in front of the path of the incoming missile and save her.
But he was too far away.
Karen saw it coming and tried her best to dodge. She always thought she had a quick reaction time. The blade of the knife buried itself in Karen's shoulder. She howled in pain as she clutched the hilt of the blade. Karen had never felt pain like this before. Her brain was screaming at her. The scenery began to spin. Karen swayed from side to side. She almost toppled over until Trevor came to her side to keep her from falling.
“Karen! Are you okay?” he said with tears in his eyes. He slowly laid Karen onto the grass and brushed her hair from her face.
Karen was more surprised by the tears than the knife. Trevor really cared for her. She'd never expected that. “I think I have a knife stuck in me. Can you take it out?”
“Yeah you do. But I can't take it out yet. We don't want you to lose more blood. Just keep pressure around the blade.”
Karen cursed. Trevor was right. She could bleed out in seconds if she took the knife out.
Trevor turned back to Fallon.
The serial killer shrugged. “Sorry about that, Trevor. Didn't know she was your girl. Now I'll have a little more fun with her after I crush your skull.”
Trevor was blinded with rage. Nothing could stop him. “I'm going to kill you.” He lunged for the guns that sat at Fallon's feet but Fallon kicked them behind him.
Fallon wagged his finger at him. “No guns. Only fists.” He cracked his knuckles and craned his neck to both shoulders.
Trevor stood up and did the same. He was going to enjoy every second of this.
Fallon came screaming at him, fists flying in wide crazy circles.
Trevor put up his arms in defense and blocked most of the blows but caught one in the jaw. His eyes went blurry for a moment but he was able to counter with two punches to Fallon's midsection.
Fallon doubled over, holding his stomach. It looked like it was already over. Trevor straightened up and then Fallon began to laugh. It started off low and began to build until it became villainous.
Trevor felt a sudden fear wash over him. This wasn't a man. It was a thing that needed to be exterminated.
Trevor came out swinging, catching Fallon in the cheek with a right cross. Another punch to the fac
e crushed Fallon's nose. Blood streamed down his face.
Trevor backed off as Fallon tried to kick him away. Fallon licked the blood off his upper lip and smiled. “This is more fun that I thought it would be.”
Trevor punched him over and over again. Fallon's face turned in a bloated purple mess of bruised flesh. But he wasn't going down. Sweat streamed down Trevor's face. He could barely lift up his arms.
And that's when Fallon took his chance. An uppercut caught Trevor right in the chin. His head snapped back and he flew to the ground. He wondered if it was all over as he lay there dazed and confused.
Fallon came up to him in his field of vision. He was hardly recognizable anymore. Both his eyes were puffed up little slits. Trevor didn't know how Fallon could even see. But he was ready to finish this.
Trevor glanced over at Karen that was still sprawled out in the grass clutching her wound. The adrenaline rush brought him right back.
But Fallon never played fair.
“I think I've had my fill of you.” Fallon pulled out a pistol from his waistband and pointed the muzzle right at Trevor.
Trevor didn't want it to end this way.
“Any last words, Trevor?”
Trevor spit on Fallon's black boots. “Fuck you, Fallon.”
“Very well,” he replied. Fallon cocked back the hammer.
Trevor clenched his eyes shut. Two loud gunshots rang out.
After a second, Trevor felt no pain. He opened his eyes and checked himself. No bullet wounds. He was alive for some reason.
Fallon dropped his gun and looked down at the two massive exit wounds in his chest. He grinned one last time before falling to the ground.
Karen was on the grass behind Fallon holding onto Trevor's revolver. Smoke still hung in the air around the gun. Her knife wound was still bleeding.
Trevor got up and ran to Karen. “You're one hell of a woman. I guess I owe you now,” he said as he gathered her in his arms.
She smiled. “You owe me big time.” The gun dropped from her hand as her eyes fluttered.
Trevor shook her. “Stay with me, Karen!”
Karen could hear Trevor calling her but she was so tired.
Everything soon went to black.
Chapter Seventeen
Karen's eyes fluttered open. A white ceiling greeted her. Beeps from machines rang in her ear. Her head tilted down and she saw that she was dressed in a white hospital gown.
Karen breathed a sigh of relief. She was still alive.
She poked at the bandage on her shoulder and winced. The pain was still there but dulled by whatever drugs she was on.
Karen smiled when she saw Trevor sitting in the chair next to her, his arms crossed and sound asleep. Karen didn't want to wake him just yet. They both needed their rest.
Trevor could almost sense something and opened his eyes. Karen was still asleep in the hospital bed. Even with everything they had been through, she still looked insanely beautiful. The doctor had told him that she was going to be all right.
Everything was going to be okay.
And when the nurses told him that visitor's hours were up, all it took was one look from Trevor to make them leave him alone.
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Karen was in the hospital for a few days while she recovered. Trevor sat by her side the entire time. But they both knew that things weren't going to end the way they wanted it to.
Karen would have to go back to Washington D.C.
Trevor couldn't leave his motorcycle club.
They didn't want to speak about it but the cloud of darkness hung in the air.
When the day came that Karen had to leave, Trevor wanted to drive her to the airport but she refused. Karen didn't want to make things even harder.
They hugged for a long time while a yellow cab waited for Karen.
It took a couple honks from the driver to finally get them to break the embrace.
Trevor took Karen's face in his hands and looked her in the eyes. They both fought back tears. Karen thought he might tell her that he loved her. But that would complicate things even more.
“I'll never forget you Karen Taylor.”
Karen smiled and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Stay out of trouble, Trevor Kent. Don't make me come all the way back here to put you in prison.”
Trevor smirked. “That's a tempting offer.”
Karen kissed him on the cheek and got in the cab without giving him another glance. She would break down if she saw his face one more time.
Trevor had changed her for the better. She'd never met a man quite like Trevor before. And she seriously doubted she would ever meet someone like him again.
Trevor stood on the corner of the street and waved goodbye as the cab drove off. He wanted to run after her and make her stay. Marry her and be with her forever. But that's not how real life worked.
They were from different worlds and it would never work.
But they both could dream about what if.
Epilogue
Karen was shocked at the reception she received when she returned to the FBI. Every big-time boss had congratulated her on a job well done. It made Karen think that they didn't have much faith in her in the first place to solve this case.
Things were moving fast. She'd only been back a week and the higher ups had already assigned her to a new case: a missing woman in Colorado.
Karen didn't have much time to pack. Time was of the essence when it came to missing persons. In most cases if they weren't found in the first forty-eight hours, the chances of finding them were very slim.
Sixteen hours had already elapsed since the woman was reported missing. She needed to get there as fast as she could.
Karen threw together a bag and checked outside to see a cab ready to take her to the airport.
She heaved her bag out and threw it into the back seat. A familiar roar made her stop from getting in the cab. She looked up to see Trevor Kent on a motorcycle stop next to the cab.
Her jaw dropped to the floor. The cab driver yelled at her to hurry up but she couldn't hear him anymore. She ran to Trevor and almost knocked him off his bike.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Trevor unhooked his helmet and kissed Karen harder than she'd ever been kissed before. “Sorry I was an idiot. I'm here for you now.”
Karen head was spinning from the surprise and the kiss. “But what about your MC?”
“I'll still go back to help out and vote but they can get on without me.”
Karen couldn't help but grin. She had hoped something like this would happen. She wondered if she was a dream.
The cab driver honked on his horn. The smile faded when she remembered where she was going. “But I have a new case. I need to go to Colorado.”
“I'm coming with you,” Trevor replied without hesitation.
Karen jumped on Trevor again and kissed him. She couldn't believe what was happening.
“The cab is waiting. Let's go then,” Karen said.
Trevor shook his head. “I'm not making the same mistake twice. I'll take us to the airport.”
He handed a helmet to Karen. She ran to the cab and pulled her bag out. She didn't even bother to tell the cab that she didn't need him anymore.
The driver got the idea when he saw Karen jump on the motorcycle and drive off.
Karen held onto Trevor tight as they weaved in and out of traffic. The wind whipped through her hair.
Her life was finally coming together now.
She didn't know how things were going to work out but she didn't care. Karen could get through anything if Trevor was by her side.
The End
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