He was huge, muscular, and had a dangerous edge that Quinn’s other participants didn’t have. Zane’s white t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest, and his blue jeans were tight around his thighs. Quinn waited a second, then lowered himself down on his chair. He didn’t tuck himself under but slouched with his legs spread. He strolled further into the room and sat on the chair the other side of the table. Well, technically you’re not a serial killer.Īm I? Maybe they haven’t found the other bodies yet.Ī tightness gripped Quinn’s throat, and he swallowed hard. Zane frowned and looked over his shoulder towards the corridor. Quinn licked his lips, thought about denying Zane’s observation, then nodded instead. Zane looked down at his hand and swiped his thumb over his palm. Zane stepped into the room, and their hands connected in a firm shake. Then Quinn’s brain functioned, and he stood up and offered his remoistened hand. They stared at each other for a few seconds. In his notes it said they were brown, but Quinn couldn’t see any hint of color, only black. His black hair glistened, and his eyes were dark.

He was bigger, and wider, than the mug shots Quinn had seen. The infamous Zane Black stood in the doorway of the office, with his head cocked and a slight smile on his lips. His heart squeezed hard in his chest, and he shot a startled look at the door. Instead his aftershave seeped towards his nose, and he sneezed. Nervous perspiration prickled his skin, and he yanked at the collar of his shirt, hoping to waft cooler air down his body.

He tore his gaze away and lined up his papers for the twentieth time. His blue eyes had a fearful quality, and his bottom lip had plumped from his obsessive nipping. He adjusted the dial just to give his trembling hands something to do, then stared at his reflection in the small clock face. He glanced at the clock, then moved his gaze down to his watch.īoth were ticking the time away, but his watch was slower, out of rhythm. He studied his palms, grimaced at the sparkling sweat, then wiped them aggressively on his thighs. Quinn released a slow breath, but it had little effect on his rampant heart.

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