I Can Kill by Angela Kay - Book Tour + Giveaway
I Can Kill
by Angela Kay
Genre:
Crime Mystery, Thriller
Crime Mystery, Thriller
I Can Kill, and You Can't Catch Me...
These were the last words The Carnations Killer said to FBI Special Agent
Aidan O'Reilly ten years ago before he went into hiding. He has
tortured and murdered fifty women since then and managed to elude
capture. Now, he's returned once again, and his new hunting ground is
Augusta, GA.
Aidan O'Reilly ten years ago before he went into hiding. He has
tortured and murdered fifty women since then and managed to elude
capture. Now, he's returned once again, and his new hunting ground is
Augusta, GA.
O'Reilly teams up with Shaun Henderson, the special agent in charge of the
Augusta Resident Agency, to bring this ruthless killer to justice
once and for all. But as each second ticks by, tensions rise and
O'Reilly finds himself in a race against time before the killer slips
away again.
Augusta Resident Agency, to bring this ruthless killer to justice
once and for all. But as each second ticks by, tensions rise and
O'Reilly finds himself in a race against time before the killer slips
away again.
Testimonial featured on the back of the book:
“A gripping new thriller by Angela Kay that pits FBI Special Agent Aidan
O’Reilly against the Carnations Killer, a serial killer who enjoys
playing Cat and Mouse with this formidable agent.” -- Dana
Ridenour, retired FBI Agent and award winning author of Behind The
Mask and Beyond The Cabin
O’Reilly against the Carnations Killer, a serial killer who enjoys
playing Cat and Mouse with this formidable agent.” -- Dana
Ridenour, retired FBI Agent and award winning author of Behind The
Mask and Beyond The Cabin
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23
The
next few days were quiet.
Aidan didn’t receive any
messages from The Carnations Killer, and there were no reports of another
victim found anywhere in the city.
It was quiet.
He found that unsettling.
Aidan spent his days and
nights reviewing the information in the file, willing for vital information to
appear.
Shaun and Aidan, along with
a few other agents, spent a good deal of their time calling the families of the
victims, asking questions they’d already answered in years past. Aidan wasn’t sure
about the families Shaun and the others talked to, but the ones he dealt with
seemed to want to move on from the nightmare they’d suffered.
A part of them wanted to
forget they’d ever lost their loved ones, others pleaded for him to tell them
there had been some new development.
Aidan couldn’t decide which
was worse: the ones that wanted to give up or the ones holding onto the glimmer
of hope justice would finally be given to them.
It was for this reason he
couldn’t stand talking to the families. He was never good at it. He was afraid
he'd become too emotional, and the families were emotional enough without
adding his own feelings.
Aidan stopped by Shaun’s
cubical to see if he was getting anywhere. He heard him consoling someone over
the phone, promising he was doing everything he could to find the man who took
away their loved one. He offered a small smile to the phone, which told Aidan
he’d done what he'd set out to do.
After hanging up, he typed
something into the computer.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” Shaun kept his
focus on the screen.
“You talk to the grieving
families, but by the time you’ve finished the conversation, it seems they feel
better than they did minutes before.”
“I guess people feel like
they can confide in me. Most people know the tears and fears don’t help. They
just want somebody to understand. They want somebody to listen.”
“I guess that’s my weak
point,” Aidan muttered. “I never know what to say to them.”
“You don’t have to say
anything. That’s what listening means,” Shaun replied, the corner of his lips
turning upward. He looked at Aidan, studied him. “Why did you want to become an
agent?”
Aidan widened his eyes at
the unexpected question. “What?”
He repeated himself.
“Because I wanted to be in
law enforcement.”
Shaun contemplated the
statement before responding. Aidan tried to guess what he was thinking, but
came empty.
“If you wanted to be in law
enforcement,” Shaun replied, “then you could have been a beat cop. It’s less
demanding. Instead, you chose to be a federal agent. You investigate serial
killings, terrorism, things of that nature.”
“I guess I believed I could
do more good as an agent than a regular cop. Or even a detective.”
Shaun nodded. “So
basically, you want to help people in a bigger way. Bring down a serial offender
who’d been killing for ten years or so.” He put his hands behind his head.
“What will happen if you never catch this guy?”
“I’ve got to.” Aidan put
his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned over, his voice in a harsh
whisper. He squared his jaw. “He’s got to be caught, Shaun. I need to catch him. If I don’t,
then—"
“Then what, Aidan? If you
don’t catch him, what?”
Aidan’s breath rose and
fell in quick motions. He realized the edge of the desk was digging into the
palms of his hands. Shaun watched him with curious eyes but remained calm and silent as he waited for an answer.
Aidan found himself wanting
to scream that if he didn’t catch this guy, then he’d continue to kill. Aidan
wanted to shout that if the offender kept killing, everything he had worked for in his career would be for
nothing.
But Aidan didn’t say any of
that.
He righted himself and ran
a hand through his hair. He calmed his breathing as he realized it was
happening: he was becoming obsessive.
Or maybe he already was.
Aidan had promised Cheyenne
it wouldn’t happen to him. He promised he wouldn’t lose himself in The
Carnations Killer investigation.
Not this time.
Not again.
Aidan looked at Shaun, who
was still watching him. His curious gaze turning into concern.
“I want the families to
have justice,” Aidan told him quietly. “That’s all I want.”
“It’s okay to feel close to
this,” Shaun replied in kind. “But even the best agents need to take a break.
All you’ve ever done is try to catch him. It’s not going to be whether or not
you take the job at Quantico that’ll cost your relationship with Cheyenne. If
she sees you going off the deep end, that is when she will leave. Because a
wild-eyed, obsessive federal agent isn’t any woman’s fantasy.”
Aidan hated to admit it,
but he knew Shaun was right. He had lived and breathed the investigation for
ten years, and now that he has returned, it was all Aidan thought about. He’d
left him messages. He was taunting him. He was hinting at the things he planned
on doing. But he was a ghost. He had Aidan pulled in a game of cat and mouse,
and Aidan couldn’t tell whether he was the cat chasing the mouse, or if he was
the mouse running from the cat.
“You’re right,” Aidan said,
finally.
Shaun smiled. “Of course, I am.”
Aidan looked at his
wristwatch and said, “You know what? I’m going to take today off. I think it’d
do me good.”
Shaun nodded. “I agree.”
Aidan returned to his desk
to finish his paperwork, then logged out of the computer and gathered his
things.
He left the office to go
home to Cheyenne.
Equipped with a professional writing degree from Augusta State University,
Angela Kay is a southern lady who spends her days and nights dreaming
up new ways to solve dark murders of normal people.
Angela Kay is a southern lady who spends her days and nights dreaming
up new ways to solve dark murders of normal people.
Angela Kay was one of 23 across the United States to win a 2009 playwright
contest for her one-act entitled “Digging Deeper.” Because of
this, she was able to spend a week in Atlanta at the Horizon Theater
Company.
She lives in Augusta, Georgia with her crazy calico, Maggie.
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