The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 909

Jason and Hank had come up with the perfect “fishing” scheme: throw out the bait, wait, and reel in the catch—every move planned to a T.

It was late—past midnight—but the two of them were still holed up in the police station, huddled over their laptops in Jason’s office, hashing out every detail.

They weren’t starting from scratch; they had a collection of flirty lines and slang from past victims, so Hank could just copy and paste the best of them.

Hank downloaded a voice changer, made a fresh dating profile, and started chatting up local guys on a social app.

The plan was to lure Harry, but the new profile couldn’t look fake. It needed to feel real—so Hank put on a dress, used the voice app, and started sending playful messages, while Jason sat nearby coaching him and skimming through chats for any leads.

All the previous victims had been in local group chats—Harry probably scouted for targets there. Jason told Hank to join those groups too, blend in, and see what turned up.

That night, an officer on patrol heard a woman’s voice coming from Jason’s office. He wandered over and peeked through the window.

Inside, Hank—dressed to the nines—was sitting close to Jason, who had his hand on Hank’s thigh. From where the officer stood, it looked pretty intimate.

With Hank’s back to the window, the officer couldn’t see his face. He just figured Jason had smuggled in a new girlfriend for a secret rendezvous.

But this woman didn’t look anything like Monica. Everyone knew Monica from her frequent visits, but this was someone else entirely.

Grinning, the officer left them alone, shaking his head and thinking Jason was quite the ladies’ man.

Over the next few days, Jason and Hank kept at their fishing mission.

The cops who’d been watching Harry were called back.

Harry noticed right away—the police had switched detectives, Jason was gone, and nobody seemed to care about him anymore. He hadn’t slipped up, so there was no reason for them to stay on him.

With the heat off, Harry relaxed. It wasn’t long before his old urges came crawling back. He grabbed his phone, itching for his next victim.

Monica was too cautious now, so Harry figured he’d have to settle for someone else to scratch his itch.

He logged into the chat app and started scrolling for another unlucky soul.

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