Good Intentions

By Priscilla Laster

Cynthia Anne Summers, loved the way the ocean breeze felt against her body, how it whipped her hair around as she ran down the beach near the water. She loved the way the beach smelled. Loved how the wet sand beneath her shoes sank a little with each foot step she took. She looked at her ipod and noticed it was already six o'clock.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Laster
• Release date: Feb 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310594922

Priscilla Laster

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Intentions

by: Priscilla Laster

Fiction, Male/Female, Written by women

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Chapter 1

Cynthia An Summers, loved the way the ocean breeze felt against her body, how it whipped her hair around as she ran down the beach near the water. She loved the way the beach smelled. She loves how the wet sand beneath her shoes sank a little with each foot step she took. She looked at her ipod and noticed it was already six o'clock. The sun was already rising on the East side of the mountains. For the past two days the sun has been out early, not what she wanted. She loved running in the dark and finishing right before the sun rised. She still had another mile to go but was going to have to cut it short. She turned around and started heading North where her car was parked. From a distance she could see the little shops opening up for the day. She wondered what things were like around here, to wake up and live right next to the beach. She never had that pleasure before now. She was still getting used to this area. The few people she met were nice enough though. Although she liked being here, she was here for only one reason and that reason was Jose Soto. That guy murdered the one person that meant the most to her, the only person who loved her for who she was, understood why she joined the Army, the only person Cynthia had left in her life. She was taking away from her almost a year ago, in four miserable days it was going to be a year since her sister took her last painful breath on earth. Her murderer still walked freely among these civilians and it made her sick. The bastard never got caught; there wasn't enough evidence to attach him to her sister's murder. Cynthia knew by poking her nose into files she wasn't suppose to see, that he murdered her and she wasn't the only one he murdered. He was a serial killer and he was living amongst these people and they didn't even know it, but soon they would no longer have that problem. She promised herself and her sister that she would bring her justice whether the cops did it or she did it herself, and it looked like she was going to have to do it herself. She knew how to get rid of a body, she was a trained killer and she knew how to tract people. She already found him living within forty minutes of where she just moved. She knew where he worked, how long he worked and where he went afterwards. For the past two weeks she's been watching him and tracking his movements. If you lived right next to him you would have thought he was your average hard working guy trying to make a living. You wouldn't have thought he raped and strangled woman for just the fun of it. From looking at the files Cynthia peeked into, she found out what his preference was. Woman between twenty-one and twenty-four. Skinny frame, so they wouldn't be able to put up a fight. He liked them with long dark brown hair, colored eyes not your usual plain brown. He usually picked them up in bars. Cynthia was going to be his next perfect victim. She was going to watch him a few more days and then set the bait. But before she could set her self up as bait she needed to go shopping. It was Tuesday so she had a couple of days to find a