Chapter Twenty-Eight

Beckett

*Three weeks later*

I leave the crime scene with my heart heavy and my stomach in my throat.

The man my team dubbed *The surgeon,* has struck again.

And with each kill, it appears as though he’s escalating. There’s been less time between each kill and he seems to be getting sloppier.

With Maia, it was a simple murder— *as if murder can be considered simple*—he beat her, possibly raped her