Chapter 225

When she’d moved into her apartment and met Mason, she’d been struggling with the manuscript she’d been working on. The beginning had come to her with ease, as it always did. Usually, her opening scenes played in her head like a movie and all she had to do was write them down. This one had been no different, but then after that opening scene… there’d been nothing. She hadn’t been able to pick up the thread of the story and she’d struggled to write her daily word count. The story had seemed to disappear through her fingers like smoke and the more she tried to grab onto it, the less corporeal it seemed. The first night that she met Mason, when she had been dragging a black garbage bag full of a dismembered pig after one of her experiments, had kick-started her story brain. He was the perfect anti-hero - dark and brooding and nocturnal. When she was safely back in her apartment, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the encounter and the story of the serial killer had simply appeare