Love Lies Bleeding by Remmy Duchene (carter reed txt) 📕

"Now we find out who it is and what he wants."'

"Who? Leo, we know who it is—and we know what he wants."

"Hang on."

Without warning, Leo turned into a nearby parking lot, hung a U-turn, and came out of the lot behind the truck. He flipped a switch on the dashboard and the sirens began blaring. The lights on the dashboard began flashing and Anderson eyed them, wondering how he hadn't seen them before. The car was going faster and faster. He glanced at Leo but the cop was focused on the road. Anderson refocused on the vehicle they were now chasing. The truck had picked up the pace and was zigzagging through traffic at blinding speed. The food in Anderson's lap was instantly forgotten and he placed it on the floor and gripped the sides of his seat.

"Why do they always run?" Leo muttered.

Most of the cars ahead of them pulled out of their way. The truck narrowly missed a family van and swerved dangerously close to a motorcycle. Anderson's heart was trying to jump out his chest. He yelped when the side of Leo's car smashed into the truck now before they both went wide to avoid hitting a car. Leo swung around the front of the car before them and smashed into the side of the truck. Their tires squealed loudly and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air. The truck pulled off onto a side street and Leo slowed down long enough to pull into the lane behind it. He them rammed the truck a few times before it swerved all over the road and went front first into a ditch.

"Are you all right?" Leo asked, gripping Anderson's shoulders.

"Yes," Anderson panted.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Go!"

"Keep your head down."

The moment Leo was out of the car Anderson pushed his head up and watched Leo in action. The cop had his gun out and was running toward the truck like some wild, military commando with precision of movement and body. When he shoved his gun back into his holster and walked toward their car again, Anderson climbed out.

"What?"

"He's gone. I'm getting real sick of this." He pulled his cell phone out and pressed it to his ear. "Shit. Daniel isn't picking up."

They sat in the car while Leo called again and spoke to someone in the office. Anderson didn't notice when he was finished. He was too busy going over in his head what just happened.

"First my father, then all those other victims, then he was in your house, and now this? When is this going to stop?"

"I spoke to the precinct. They're going to talk to the cops close to here and have them send over a forensics team. I can't touch anything in that truck until go over it. But if this guys is this close, that means he knows about coach. We can't tarry here too long. There's plenty to head back and do."

Chapter Fourteen

Leo called the bank and though he allowed Anderson speak with the bank manager, they refused to let Daniel anywhere near the book without Anderson being there or sending his permission in writing.

"We're going to have to get a warrant."

"There's no need for that, really. All we have to do is go back and I can talk to them."

"Andy. We won't be back and in the meantime, Daniel could be running down these leads," Leo explained.

Leo watched the way Anderson looked away from him. It was almost as if just the sight of Leo made him sick. He knew Anderson wasn't good with someone else handling the book but at that moment he had no choice. They couldn't keep dragging out the case, waiting for the killer to attack again. How many more people had to die before he could catch this guy? The next time the killer struck, it could be Anderson. That thought sobered Leo and broke his heart. The thought of not being able to hold Anderson, to feel him tight around his cock, to wake up with him in his arms, made Leo's eyes water and burn.

He touched Anderson's shoulder gently as sirens rang out in the distance. "I know you don't like this, baby. I do. But please, we don't have a choice. The warrant is just to get the bank to release the book since we are far from there right now. As soon as we're done, we'll put it right back."

"I'd just rather be there for this."

"But you understand. Tell me you understand."

Anderson's shoulders rose and fell but the professor leaned over and kissed him. It was a tender, sweet kiss that did something magnificent to him.

"I understand. I promise."

Leo took his hand back and made the call in to his office. By the time he was done, the other cops were there with their forensics team. Climbing from the car, he showed his badge.

"Who's in charge?" he questioned.

"That would be me." A tall, lanky detective said extending a hand. The man didn't look too old, though he was slightly balding. "Detective Lazarus."

"How's it going? Leo Sung Kim."

"They tell me this is a part of a serial killer case over in Manhattan."

Leo nodded. "Yeah. The sucker followed us out here and got away. He couldn't have gotten far."

"I'll have my men check out the woods and put up some road blocks. You know what this guy look like?"

Leo shook his head. "That's the part that's pissing me off most about this whole thing. But in the meantime, I'll leave you guys to work. We are heading over to get someone for protective custody, so we can't really hang around here and wait."

"Don't worry about it. Your captain told us what's going on. We'll deliver everything we find personally."

Leo pulled his card from his back pocket and handed it to Detective Lazarus, who did the same. "I'm hoping to get back to the station by tomorrow at the latest."

The two men shook hands again and Leo walked