Nick: Justice Series by Kathi S. Barton Read Free Book Online

she was in lock-up, she’d have to leave the room when one of the others would do it. It would set her on edge in no time.
    Two had been in their bed, which made it quick and quiet. The other four, two in one room and two huddled in a closet, had been easy pickings for her. But the parents gave her more than enough to make up for having to kill their children so quickly.
    Ellen took her time with them. With the blade of the knife at the husband’s throat, she’d forced the wife to tie the male to the bed, then tied the woman down herself, threatening to kill her husband if she didn’t cooperate. Ellen had gone from one to the other, just cutting into them to hear them beg. When Mrs. Jefferson started screaming, her voice a needle going through her head, Ellen had ended her after the second day in the house.
    Mr. Jefferson had offered her everything, as her father had done, including money and his car. What he thought she’d do with either had been beyond her when he was so perfectly there for her now. As she cut into him, his guts hanging out of his body like a long cord, she’d had music playing in the background that made her feel like dancing. And she had, right there on the bloodied floor, while he told her what he was going to do with her when he was loose. Which of course, he never did.
    Ellen had gone to her house after being with the Jefferson’s for three days. They had played with her nicely at the Jefferson house, and now she was really ready to get down to perfecting her cutting. After cleaning herself up, washing her hair and even making sure that her socks matched, she walked to the only other house within miles and knocked on the door to the Weeks’s house. She used the same ploy as before, asking for a bottle of aspirin for her mom. Little did they know she no longer had any use for the stuff.
    As soon as she was let in, one of the boys rolled his eyes at her. Ellen closed the door, clicked the lock, and turned to him. Bart was dead before he was a few feet from her; she’d cut his throat open with the long machete she’d found in the Jefferson house. It was perfect for making quick work of assholes like Bart.
    The car entering her drive pulled her from her thoughts. The man who got out of the car looked like he was lost, but she didn’t move just yet. He was too close to his car for her to go out and take him, and he was big. Being in the home for so long had taught her that bigger didn’t always mean meaner, but when there was a fight, it would always overpower. When he stepped up onto the little porch, Ellen picked up her small knife and went to the door. Fun time was going to be sooner than she’d thought.
    The man was looking to his left when she opened the door. It was then that she saw the woman in the car. The woman was staring at them both like she was going to be drawing them later, and Ellen slid the knife back behind her. Too much could happen with the woman out in the car. And as much as she wanted to make this man her first in this house, she didn’t need to try and kill him and chase down the car too. Ellen didn’t know how to drive yet, and had no idea how to bring her back should she have been able to stop her from leaving.
    “Hello. We’re looking for June Stable. Do you…are you her?” Ellen shook her head and didn’t say anything. “My wife and I are supposed to bring her some things. There was a death in her family recently, and the address we were given isn’t showing up on our GPS.”
    “I just moved to this area. I don’t know anyone.” Ellen watched him with her fingers itching to take out the knife and kill him. “I’m sorry. You’ll have to look elsewhere.”
    The man nodded and had started back for the car when he stopped and turned to look at her. Ellen felt as if he was trying to place her, but she knew that wasn’t possible. She’d been gone a long time, and there was no way she’d have forgotten him if he worked at the home where she’d