Frozen (Detective Ellie Macintosh)
“Well, perhaps that was an exaggeration, but he’d carefully kept her hidden, just for him. He’d thought about her every morning when he woke, when he was making a sandwich at lunch, when he brushed his teeth … And then he started to forget. It scared him frankly, because the Hunter was so tuned to death, he knew it very well.
So he’d replaced her with a new memory. It had worked too, for months, and he’d visited the new shrine until he’d grown restive and knew she wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t as if ...he didn’t realize each time made it more dangerous. He did. But he couldn’t help it, or maybe didn’t want to help it—the semantics didn’t matter so much as to why, but they did as to effect.
There was a leak in the roof. He could hear the steady drip on the floor and he took out a cigarette and lit it, sitting back sprawled in an old rocker and listening to the soothing sound.
Inhaled deeply. Blew the smoke out slowly.
He had patience. All good predators did.
Then finally, two more nonfilters later, he heard something else besides the rhythm of melting snow and the creak of his chair.MoreLess
So he’d replaced her with a new memory. It had worked too, for months, and he’d visited the new shrine until he’d grown restive and knew she wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t as if ...he didn’t realize each time made it more dangerous. He did. But he couldn’t help it, or maybe didn’t want to help it—the semantics didn’t matter so much as to why, but they did as to effect.
There was a leak in the roof. He could hear the steady drip on the floor and he took out a cigarette and lit it, sitting back sprawled in an old rocker and listening to the soothing sound.
Inhaled deeply. Blew the smoke out slowly.
He had patience. All good predators did.
Then finally, two more nonfilters later, he heard something else besides the rhythm of melting snow and the creak of his chair.MoreLess
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