@curve:
The loud, deep "thud" on the door to her apartment jarred Belle from her musings, and brought the young woman to her feet quickly. Not taking any chances, she reached into her purse to draw her pistol, flicking the safety off and opening the door to find nothing. Against her better judgment, the slim reporter finally took a step outside, looking around, but it was only when she failed to shut the door against the opposite wall that she noticed the knife. She eyed it closely for a long moment, inhaling rapidly through her nose, before reaching out to snatch it in one tattooed hand. Screw getting gloves for this. She hadn't included the cops in any of her cases yet; they wouldn't be necessary for this one.
Retreating into her apartment, she flicked the television on and changed the channel to the 7, waiting for any signs of trouble while she examined the blade, seeing the signature quickly and toying with the pommel to see if it had any hidden catches, finding none so far. "Curve," then. She had a name. It was a beginning, however minor.
"This is the Glade City Tribune with an exclusive emergency report. A pale-faced criminal thought to be behind the recent mall bombing has been sighted near Bright Minds University, where one man has been strapped with explosives and left...."
Belle gritted her teeth, cursing herself. One step behind, always. Bright Minds had actually been one of the marks she'd left open as a possibility, but she'd been far, far too late to do anything about it. Now Curve had struck again... not to mention targeted her. He wanted to scare her, terrorize her. But Nightingale's stubborn pig-headedness was more than enough to keep her in the game for now. This was her case. She'd expose the identity of Curve, triangulate his next mark, and stop him before anyone else could get hurt.
Her laptop "blooped" with a Skype message, spurring Belle to quickly check as she laced up her converse boots.
Maya's dead, was the message, sent by a close friend of hers at the Tribune, Troy.
The reporter who'd been at Belle's bedside after the first attack, the one who'd taken her statement. A picture blooped onto the screen next, taken by Troy's camera at the scene of the crime.
Nightingale clasped a hand over her mouth, stifling a soft "holy shit." Curve was moving fast, and if he'd struck at Maya's house then his trajectory made no sense. How was he getting around so fast?
Grabbing her purse, her camera, her gun, and a set of spare cam-glasses, Belle Nightingale rushed out of her apartment. So Curve had let Belle know he had her in his sights, and he'd proven that he was a step ahead of her. The question was, could the hints he'd given lead her to her next mark? She checked her smartphone as she hopped into her car, checking a not-strictly-legal app to suss out the address of someone on the police force -- Sgt. Cameron Baker, the cop who'd handled the evidence Belle had handed over. If Curve was targeting people she'd interacted with after the attack, he had to be next.
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