We Kill Killers (Psychological Thriller #2)

by S.T. Ashman

a sociopath is an out-of-control savage while a psychopath is a calculated genius.”

The notion of cleansing the world of monsters felt infinitely more fulfilling than any applause I’d received as a pianist.

“Two Wrongs Can Make a Right.”

hope was all we had left when darkness swallowed us whole.

A billionaire going out at night to place innocent people on train tracks.” “Farther fetched than a world-renowned pianist killing serial killers?”

However, that would have wiped the smile off his face. I didn’t want to do that. But why did I even care?

Then I uttered words I never imagined I’d say to anyone—because I never cared enough to say them, and I always meant what I said. “Be careful.”

It was almost as if I feared he was the sole person capable of anchoring my humanity, preventing my descent into monstrosity. Who would I be if I were to become the very thing I destroyed?

Should I ever lose myself, it would be the person I trusted more than myself who would end my misery, saving not just me but potentially many others.

“Stay away from him,” he advised, his gaze piercing. My eyebrows furrowed. “So, you did look into him. What did you find?” He leaned in. “Absolutely nothing.” I remained silent, prompting him to elaborate as he released my arm. “And that’s very unsettling as I always find something,

no matter the subject,” he continued. “There’s been only one other instance where I failed.” “And who was that?” I knew the answer but asked anyway. His gaze swept over me from head to toe, then returned to the crowd ahead as he turned his back to me. “You.”

Richter had awakened my humanity. He had saved me from myself.

Before him, I was truly dead inside. Now, I was fortunate enough to die with feeling, almost as if I had a heart like a normal human being.

This woman. A dark angel. A genius.