Re-Runners First Life: A Time Travel Suspense Series Read Online Free

hope you will visit me on occasion.’
    The air sighed from her lungs. The tightness around her heart eased and all was right in her world again. ‘Of course Christian, I’d love to.’
    ooooo
    Christian could see the affect his words had on Sally. He knew she had been waiting for this since he had first told her of his plans to live overseas. That he had made her wait until now to receive the answer she was hoping for was how he kept her enthralled. Sally wasn’t necessary to his life, but it pleased him to keep her. He acknowledged her as his only friend, ‘friend’ being the closest word he could find to describe their relationship. The sex was interesting, but it certainly didn’t give him the release that killing did. No, it was their conversations he enjoyed. Their intellectual sparring and brainstorming was more than satisfying and he looked forward to it.
    His life when he wasn’t with her was taken up with study and planning and of course, killing. He had watched with interest the approaching use of DNA matching to solve crimes. It wasn’t here yet, but it was close and Christian had always been aware of its potential. His ‘killing fields’ were usually the homes of his victims, but he always sanitized the scenes scrupulously understanding what the future held with DNA capability. While he admired the intelligence and promise of the technology, he was determined never to fall victim to it.
    The body of his latest Lovely was being released to her family this week for burial. She had been beautiful to look at, but not very bright. He had followed his customary pattern of an accidental meeting followed by several days of wooing, until he was at last invited to her home. The tediousness of her conversation bored him, but the inevitable ecstasy of carving her body was unmatched. Christian chuckled to himself.
    ‘What are you thinking about?’ Sally laughed with him.
    ‘Shocking business these murders. Not really a laughing matter,’ Christian began. ‘But the name the papers have given the killer; le Segador , the Reaper. It’s quite creative, don’t you think?’
    ‘I have to admit I haven’t taken a lot of notice,’ she said. ‘He would certainly be an interesting study in my field.’
    ‘Leave him to the profilers, my dear. You have a busy enough practice as it is.’ He smiled and held her hand. ‘And we have better things to do tonight.’
    Sally’s nerve endings fired in lustful anticipation as she swallowed and nodded. ‘Yes, we do.’

Chapter 4

Brodie & Rogers
    1984
    Los Angeles Police Department
    Homicide detectives Patrick Brodie and Ian Rogers sat facing one another, their two desks butted up against each other. Both had coffees and matching frowns.
    ‘Ah shit.’ Rogers threw the newspaper down in disgust. ‘First they crap all over our department and then they give him a cute nickname. Le Segador .’
    ‘ Le Segador ?’ Brodie questioned.
    ‘Yea.’ Rogers shook his head in frustration. ‘It’s Spanish for reaper or harvester.’
    ‘At least we’re getting more help now the body count is rising.’
    Rogers and Brodie had been friends since joining the Academy as young and eager recruits. They’d always worked well together and their career paths had followed the same course, but it was their differing personalities that melded them into a resourceful and successful team.
    Rogers was the extrovert, the mouthpiece. Brodie was the introspective thinker and his partner was happy to acknowledge he was a genius at puzzling out the most unsolvable crimes. Their felony solving record was outstanding, except in the case of the serial killer the papers were now calling le Segador .
    Pat Brodie was both frustrated and intrigued by this killer who was obviously highly intelligent. They hadn’t been able to get a single print at the crime scenes, always in the homes of the victims. No signs of break and enter, no signs of a struggle. It was clear he was known to the women he had