Choices will Destroy (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 14) by Morgan Kelley Page A
Authors: Morgan Kelley
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happening. As a light snow began falling over the yard and body, she stood there taking it all in.
This used to be a happy place. She recalled the laughter and children running wild here. It was almost six years ago that she had brought Ethan here to meet her family.
Now it was tainted.
Elizabeth only wished that she had been back sooner. The memories were far and few between. It had been way too long since she’d returned home.
While this wasn’t Salem, it was where she began her life. DC and Virginia would always hold a special place in her heart. Here, she found her beginning.
It was ironic that it might also be her end too.
Yeah, she missed the familiarity of this side of the country. Elizabeth was a southerner at heart, but her spirit found its beginning here in the East.
Quantico and the Hoover building were a part of her.
Yet, it felt odd to be back.
Yes, there had been meetings, and all kinds of official work trips back to Georgetown, but this was the first time, since she found Ethan, that she’d stepped foot into Gabe’s yard.
A lot had changed over the years.
She’d changed.
This was only the tip of the iceberg. In her professional life, she was still pushing on, wrangling killers, and fighting for justice, but her personal life was so much more chaotic.
Fort Whitefox-Blackhawk was up for sale.
They had a new home.
One more kid was on the way.
From the outside, Elizabeth guessed her life looked perfect, and for the most part, it was.
But now…there was this edge of tension. This felt like a true race of the clock. With this killing, she knew more was coming. This person, whether the true ‘Butcher’ or not, wanted her attention.
Well, he had it.
She was there, and now she was desperately fighting for her life. There was no way she was going to give up what she’d finally found.
Happiness.
Love.
Family.
No, she was going to dig in, hit the ground running, and take back her future. She’d crossed a line, made a mistake, and took a life, but she now had to prove it was just. Elizabeth hoped she would be able to do just that.
This was going to be all about her coming into her own and growing as an investigator. It was all on her shoulders, and that was fine.
She had to do it.
Elizabeth knew she had to start working this as if her life depended on it—because it did.
Focusing on the scene, she got down to business.
It was time.
Her team and employees, the people she trusted most, were busily at work, trying to find a killer.
Merry was furiously snapping pictures of the deceased man as Chris knelt in the messy grass to begin his breakdown of their victim. The pristine snow was turning to slush under him, and in that moment, her heart skipped.
It was coming full circle.
Elizabeth could vividly recall another time and another set of victims. They’d done this all before, but now…it was personal. It was hard not to dwell on that.
Someone wanted her to be there.
Someone had put this into motion.
That person was her focus.
“Someone worked him over,” stated Merry, getting more snapshots of his destroyed body. “This is pretty disgusting, and that’s saying a lot,” she admitted.
Chris understood her disgust. He felt it too. “You should have been here fifteen years ago for the originals. Trust me…they were far worse.”
Elizabeth listened to them talking. Were they really worse? Or was it all a matter of perspective? Had time jaded and changed them? Was she now desensitized to this kind of thing?
“Here comes the boss lady,” Merry said, giving Chris a heads up.
When he glanced over his shoulder, their eyes met.
So much was conveyed in that simple look.
“I’m going to do the visual and not hold back,” he said, knowing Elizabeth was working against the clock on this one. “It is most definitely Director William Donnelly, and the person who put him here made him suffer.”
“Thank you, Christopher,” Elizabeth said.
“The person who did this left his
This used to be a happy place. She recalled the laughter and children running wild here. It was almost six years ago that she had brought Ethan here to meet her family.
Now it was tainted.
Elizabeth only wished that she had been back sooner. The memories were far and few between. It had been way too long since she’d returned home.
While this wasn’t Salem, it was where she began her life. DC and Virginia would always hold a special place in her heart. Here, she found her beginning.
It was ironic that it might also be her end too.
Yeah, she missed the familiarity of this side of the country. Elizabeth was a southerner at heart, but her spirit found its beginning here in the East.
Quantico and the Hoover building were a part of her.
Yet, it felt odd to be back.
Yes, there had been meetings, and all kinds of official work trips back to Georgetown, but this was the first time, since she found Ethan, that she’d stepped foot into Gabe’s yard.
A lot had changed over the years.
She’d changed.
This was only the tip of the iceberg. In her professional life, she was still pushing on, wrangling killers, and fighting for justice, but her personal life was so much more chaotic.
Fort Whitefox-Blackhawk was up for sale.
They had a new home.
One more kid was on the way.
From the outside, Elizabeth guessed her life looked perfect, and for the most part, it was.
But now…there was this edge of tension. This felt like a true race of the clock. With this killing, she knew more was coming. This person, whether the true ‘Butcher’ or not, wanted her attention.
Well, he had it.
She was there, and now she was desperately fighting for her life. There was no way she was going to give up what she’d finally found.
Happiness.
Love.
Family.
No, she was going to dig in, hit the ground running, and take back her future. She’d crossed a line, made a mistake, and took a life, but she now had to prove it was just. Elizabeth hoped she would be able to do just that.
This was going to be all about her coming into her own and growing as an investigator. It was all on her shoulders, and that was fine.
She had to do it.
Elizabeth knew she had to start working this as if her life depended on it—because it did.
Focusing on the scene, she got down to business.
It was time.
Her team and employees, the people she trusted most, were busily at work, trying to find a killer.
Merry was furiously snapping pictures of the deceased man as Chris knelt in the messy grass to begin his breakdown of their victim. The pristine snow was turning to slush under him, and in that moment, her heart skipped.
It was coming full circle.
Elizabeth could vividly recall another time and another set of victims. They’d done this all before, but now…it was personal. It was hard not to dwell on that.
Someone wanted her to be there.
Someone had put this into motion.
That person was her focus.
“Someone worked him over,” stated Merry, getting more snapshots of his destroyed body. “This is pretty disgusting, and that’s saying a lot,” she admitted.
Chris understood her disgust. He felt it too. “You should have been here fifteen years ago for the originals. Trust me…they were far worse.”
Elizabeth listened to them talking. Were they really worse? Or was it all a matter of perspective? Had time jaded and changed them? Was she now desensitized to this kind of thing?
“Here comes the boss lady,” Merry said, giving Chris a heads up.
When he glanced over his shoulder, their eyes met.
So much was conveyed in that simple look.
“I’m going to do the visual and not hold back,” he said, knowing Elizabeth was working against the clock on this one. “It is most definitely Director William Donnelly, and the person who put him here made him suffer.”
“Thank you, Christopher,” Elizabeth said.
“The person who did this left his
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