Chapter one hundred and fifteen

He could manipulate him, use him to get to Elena. The man began to laugh, a cold, mirthless sound. He believed that he was going to win, that he was going to get what he wanted. He turned and walked paced around the room, leaving the bodies behind. He had no use for them now, no use for anything except Elena.

The city outside was about to become a battleground, a playground for his twisted desires. And Elena was the prize he sought, the ultimate trophy in his game of death. He walked through the streets, his eyes fixed on the horizon, his mind racing with thoughts of Elena. He could feel his obsession growing, could feel it consuming him whole.

The sound of the police siren snapped him back to reality and the man’s eyes narrowed as he gazed out the window, his mind racing with a mix of anger and fear. He had been so careful, so meticulous in his planning, but somehow, the police had still managed to track him down.

He could see them now, their cars and uniforms a stark reminder of th