The Bond Between Us novel Chapter 842

Alisa thought Harry was joking and laughed, “Oh, come on, Harry. If you could really make that much money from killing people, count me in.”

She didn’t take him seriously—just played along with his ridiculous story.

Harry smirked. “Then show up at Golden River at eleven tonight. That’s when you’ll get paid.”

Alisa had taken money from Harry before. He was always generous, and she wanted to believe him. Really, she had no choice. Harry was her last lifeline, the only hope she had to shake off those debt collectors.

“Alright, I’ll be there.” Alisa’s heart fluttered with hope. Maybe this was her shot at getting rich—maybe she could be as well-off as Monica. Then she’d finally be able to hold her head high in front of Jason and Monica.

She was determined to prove to everyone who’d looked down on her that she was more than just a housewife with nothing to her name.

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Police Station.

Jason walked back into the precinct, checked over the latest victim’s file, and said, “The killer seems to be getting some twisted pleasure out of this.”

Hank frowned. “Jason, if we don’t catch this psycho soon, someone else is going to get hurt.”

Jason’s face was serious. “Have we looked into the victim’s social life? Any enemies, friends, unusual contacts?”

“Nothing suspicious so far. Her phone’s been analyzed, but there’s nothing odd in her messages,” Hank replied. “Honestly, Jason, it looks like the killer chose her at random. They probably didn’t even know each other.”

“No, it’s not random.” Jason walked over to the board covered in photos and case notes from the string of murders. He circled a few common details with a piece of chalk, then stepped back to take it all in.

Hands on hips, Jason spotted the pattern. “All these women have something in common: no steady jobs, but always dressed well and looked put together. They seemed to have money, but there’s no record of where it came from. So, how did they afford their lifestyles?”