I Kill Killers

by S.T. Ashman

“Don’t complain until you hit your late thirties like me, Heather,” Liam said, joking. “People think we thirties folks are all the same, but there’s a huge difference between thirty-one and thirty-eight.

Serial killers don’t make sense. They never have, and they never will. They do what they do because they’re sick fucks.

Suicide was a complex matter. One could spend a lifetime with someone and never truly know the depths of their depression.

“This is America, Agent Richter. Everything is better when you’re rich.