Night Shift (Nightshade Book 2)

by Carey Decevito

  Night Shift

  Carey Decevito

  Edited by Karen Hrdlicka

  Illustrated by Clarise Tan

  Photography by Eric David Battershell

  Emberlust Press

  This book is an original publication of Emberlust Press.

  Copyright © 2017 by Carey Decevito.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles.

  Decevito, Carey

  Night Shift / Carey Decevito / ebook edition

  ISBN-13: 978-1-988806-01-3

  Cover photography by Eric David Battershell

  Cover design by Clarisse Tan, CT Cover Creations

  Cover model: Burton Hughes

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  For those who’ve lost a loved one—May they forever live in your hearts.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Carey Decevito

  Prologue

  “What are you doing here?” The tension around me palpable, she hurried aside to let me enter before closing the door behind us.

  My blood boiled.

  My skin crawled that she’d let him do that to her.

  I had to get rid of it.

  The taint.

  Purify her.

  “What have you done? You’re mine, Evie. I told you, when I came back, you’d be mine and now look at yourself.” Disgust was as clear in my voice as it was in my expression.

  “Wh-whatever it is…we can talk this out,” she stuttered, her feet inching her backward as I followed her movements.

  Reaching to the small of my back, my fingers wrapped around the grip as I pulled it from its sheath. The eight-inch blade caught the glint of the afternoon sun, mesmerizing me, causing me to admire the play of light against it before I focused on the woman before me.

  Her eyes shone with terror. “You don’t…” She shook her head left to right, swallowing hard, stumbling against the side table next to the sofa. “You don’t have to do this.” She righted herself. “We can still be together. Now that…now that you’re back–”

  I shot her an incredulous look. Did she think me a fool? “You’ve gone and done the unthinkable. You had his child!” I hollered, my knuckles gripping the knife tightly. “This is the only way…the only way to get rid of the stain.”

  Her steps froze momentarily. “Stain?”

  “It’s what I should have done a while ago,” I spat, cornering her as her steps were halted by the wall at her back. “What you took from me…what should have been mine,” I raged, “is what I’ll take from you.”

  One moment my eyes darted toward the hallway where I knew the devil lay in slumber, and the next, Eva Peters was making a mad rush toward the door that separated me from saving us all.

  “No!” she panted. “You’re crazy!”

  If she only knew. “Move, Evie,” I growled, “it’s the only way.”

  “She’s not here. Please!” Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with fear.

  Using the tip of the blade, I ran it over her soaked cheek, the metal sharp enough to catch on her ivory skin, causing a streak of blood to suddenly materialize.

  I felt lighter instantly.

  Powerful.

  In control. A feeling I hadn’t had in quite some time.

  Manning my knife, I proceeded to run the tip of it down to her bottom lip, nicking it just enough for another bubble of her essence to form.

  “Mmm…” I groaned, leaning forward to press my front against hers, taking the time to lick her damaged lip, then whispered my new realization while rubbing my impossibly hard cock against her stomach. “I was wrong. This…” I ran my finger through the blood on her cheek, watching its movement, “is what I need, Evie.”

  The sadness was overwhelming as I stared at the beauty laying limp and lifeless beneath me.

  The rage I’d felt had all but dissipated with each slice of my blade through her flesh. Like a hot knife through butter, each time blood began to pour out, a weight lifted within me.

  What once held pleading in her eyes, was now long gone.

  She was nothing but a piece of art, trussed up by her silk scarves, a vessel conveying my message.

  I’d be back…

  Chapter 1

  Shane

  Eight Years Later

  The moment I walked over the threshold, I knew a clusterfuck of epic proportion awaited me.

  Blood was everywhere. Spatter by the front door, smears over the walls, and droplets leading to where I knew the victim would ultimately be laying in a pool of her life’s essence.

  Forensics was going to have a field day with this one.

  Just like with the other fifteen.

  Donning the protective gear the lead officer had ordered me to change into before entering the scene, I made my way toward the back of the house.

  Carefully avoiding one evidence marker after another, I entered the master bedroom. The grizzly sight of Victoria Spark’s mutilated body, lying face up on the bed, greeted me. The standard ligatures on her wrists and ankles proved that she’d been restrained and alive through most of her torture; the killer leaving her to die in excruciating pain from her wounds and ultimately, blood loss.

  The scent of copper in the air thickened as I made my final approach, slipping my hands into a pair of plastic gloves. I was looking for something I knew was meant for me.

  Setting my evidence kit down beside the bed, I bent toward the body in search of my next clue.

  The sickening crack of the victim’s jaw set my stomach to roiling as I pulled her mouth open, locating the three pieces I had come to expect after so many years of chasing this perp. Letting go of the victim, I grasped my digital camera and photographed my findings. Setting the camera down, I whipped out the small evidence bag from my kit and opened it, manning my tweezers.

  Fishing the objects out one by one, I dropped them into the bag, then photographed them again. Fragments of a photograph were what this sicko left. Camera in hand, I shot a few frames of the room, as well as the rest o
f the premises. The team would have their own photos, but I liked being thorough with my investigations, thus preferred gathering my own shots, comparing them with the others.

  Closing up my kit, I stood to take my leave.

  Fucking sadistic bastard and his games.

  It pissed me off that he was always one step ahead of me.

  Thinking on those tiny pieces—the unknown subject, or unsub’s calling card—I was confused more than ever as to why he was leaving them at every scene. The letter I’d received at the precinct, a week after the first murder, had alluded that they were all part of some demented countdown…a puzzle of sorts. One thing was clear, however, the perp was after me, and after sixteen murders, I still wasn’t any closer to finding this guy.

  In my career as a detective, I’d come across a lot of questionable characters. I’d done my fair share of arresting the dregs of society and making enemies along the way. You couldn’t be a cop without that happening.

  “I take it that Rosie is in for another disappointing birthday dinner?” Will asked, coming to a stop at my side as I exited the victim’s home.

  Two days a year, I dealt with this bullshit; one being my daughter’s birthday, the other was a day I’d rather forget.

  For the last eight years, it had been the same fucking story. That in itself was enough to confirm that the unsub was gunning for me. That, and the fact that he’d started this spree of his, claiming none other than my wife as his first victim.

  My only problem was, my list of suspects had next to nothing. This perp was meticulously careful. Treating his kills as if they were some kind of gruesome artwork: from the placement of limbs, to the blood spatter surrounding the victims…even those fucking pieces.

  “I hate going back on my promise,” I growled. “She’s going to be pissed.”

  “I know it’s your case, Shane, but I’m your partner,” Will said. “Take a few hours, go to her, then come back if you have to.”

  I nodded. “I have what I need right now. You sure you can handle everything without me?”

  He patted me on the back as I straightened from the body and backed away. “I’ll call if something comes up.”

  Thanking him, I handed him my evidence bag, then made to leave the scene, my camera and evidence kit in tow.

  Caught up in my own memories, I drove home on autopilot, scenes from eight years ago playing in my head.

  The same black hair. The same look of terror in her open eyes.

  Eva had been bound too.

  And cut up.

  Blood. God! There’d been so much blood everywhere.

  I’d been the one to find her. I hated to think what would have been had my Rosie been there that day.

  “Daddy!” was squealed, knocking me out of my grizzly thoughts.

  Opening the car door and letting myself out, I caught her as she launched herself into my arms.

  My princess.

  The light of my life.

  Buffing my cheek against my now nine-year-old’s hair, then kissing it, I looked toward the house to find my mother standing there, a smile of pride, but the worry and apprehension she’d come to feel over the years—on this day—was evident in her eyes.

  “Happy birthday,” I rasped. “Did you have a good day at school? But most importantly, are you ready for dinner?”

  Rosie reared her head and looked at me in shock. “We’re still going?”

  Smiling, despite feeling my heart breaking at my parental failings, I nodded. “We sure are.”

  Passing my mother as I carried my daughter over the threshold, I gave her inquisitive look a slight nod to confirm her suspicions, only to hear her curse under her breath.

  It wasn’t like I could hide it from the woman. She was a junky for news, and there was no way that this latest murder was going to stay out of it.

  Following the women out to the car, I paused to watch Emberlyn, our neighbor, staring down at a package in her hand. She looked pale. Paler than her usual ivory complexion.

  Before I could stop her, my daughter made a beeline for the other side of the street. “Ember! Ember! It’s my birthday and Daddy’s taking us out!” I could feel her excitement radiating off of her in waves.

  Considering I was standing in the driveway, and my daughter had basically yelled her news to the entire neighborhood, I didn’t get to hear what Emberlyn had to say. I simply watched as the woman nodded to me in greeting, bent down to my daughter with a smile covering that troubled look I’d seen moments before, and kissed her cheek.

  Looking at my watch, I hated myself for feeling rushed. “Lana Rose, we need to go, baby girl.”

  Her nose scrunched up as she turned to look at me. “I’m not a baby!” Turning with a smile for the woman standing next to her, the one whose eyes were now trained on me, she nearly lost her balance when my daughter tackled her with a hug. “I’ll see you later, Ember,” she yelled, pausing to look to both sides of the street before running back to me. My eyes followed my girl’s progress as she jumped in the back seat of my Escalade, before I looked back toward my neighbor.

  “Enjoy dinner,” she called in place of goodbye.

  Jutting my chin out in acknowledgment, I turned toward my family and got in the driver’s seat.

  “Do you think they’ll have cake?” Rosie asked, making my mother laugh.

  Their giggles had me grinning from ear to ear. My day could use a few more lighthearted moments.

  I turned, giving her a wink. “I’m sure they can swing it, Princess.”

  “Ember said that she’ll show me how to make lip gloss, Daddy!”

  As the evening went on, trying to stay focused on a nine-year-old’s girlie interests got harder.

  Mom nudged me to get me out of my head.

  “What did you say, Princess?”

  My mind was on the woman who’d lost her life, due to a vendetta against me. It was also on the night when I lost my wife. When my daughter lost her mother.

  “I get to make lip gloss with Ember,” Rosie announced.

  Hugging her into my side, I kissed the top of her head. “That’s great, honey, but make sure that if I’m not around, that Grams knows where you’re headed, all right?” I made a mental note to look Emberlyn up as soon as I had more time. The woman seemed harmless enough to me, but unlike with my other neighbors, who Mom knew, since we were living in her house after we lost Eva, Emberlyn was the proverbial new kid in town, only having lived there for a couple of years.

  “I promise,” she declared, crossing her finger over her heart. “You’d like her, Daddy.”

  I snorted while Mom was trying to stifle a giggle. “What makes you say I don’t?” I couldn’t say I liked or disliked her; I didn’t know her that well.

  My little girl shrugged her shoulders. “You never talk to her. She’s funny, and silly, and she makes cotton candy things. Well, not out of cotton candy, but her lip gloss sure tastes good! The other day, she dropped off some lotion for Grams’s birthday and gave me a tube of her stuff too. Grams thinks she’s sweet.”

  “She did, huh?” I asked, looking from my daughter to my mother, who was sporting an amused smirk. She confirmed this with a slight nod.

  “She’s a little shy, but she’s a complete sweetheart,” Mom said. “Honestly, I don’t see much of her. She’s always so busy in that little cottage behind her place, and when she’s not, she’s always leaving her front door all gussied up, with a new shipment of her products to deliver.”

  With both the women in my life displaying such open interest in the woman, curiosity got the best of me. Leaning onto my elbow, my chin in my hand, I asked, “What does she do? I’ve heard lotion and lip gloss.”

  “She makes different kinds of all-natural products,” Mom said. “Lotions, shampoos, makeup, soaps, salves, essential oils. The woman is a genius, if you ask me. She’s a little crafty too, and has been working on this new line of candles, and she told me that she really enjoys pottery.”

  Through all of this, Ros
ie nodded in agreement. “You should see it, Dad. It’s pretty cool. It’s like cooking or baking, but with stuff you get to wear.” The look of wonderment in her eyes had me laughing. It looked like Ms. Emberlyn Roth, had both females’ approval, and I’d be lying if I said that part of me hadn’t noticed the way she was with both of them, or how her looks affected me.

  Changing the subject, I smiled and turned to my daughter. “Are you ready for some cake?”

  Chapter 2

  Emberlyn

  I was tinkering in the garden when I heard the car roll up the drive, but I paid it no attention.

  I’d been neighbors with the Peters going on two years now. Ever since my grandmother left me her house in her will. It had been the best and smartest decision for me. I’d needed a change of pace, a change of location, and living where I’ve felt safest all my life couldn’t be ignored.

  “Ember!” I heard Lana Rose call out. “I have cake!”

  Leaving my bowl of cut blooms on the ground, I wiped my hands onto my already soiled jeans and stood, looking her way. The kinks in my back stretched and popped from their stiffness of being crouched on the ground for so long.

  “Lucky girl,” I called out.