“I love a tragedy. Don’t you? The reporter who fell in love with a condemned serial killer was to be The Bridge Killer’s final victim herself. Poetic, don’t you think? The audience will lap that shit right up. A classic take on Romeo and Juliet. And me, well, I will have made it into the history books. Who better to report about it? Who better to write about the insight of a deranged killer’s mind than the artist behind the art himself? The heartbroken brother. It’s a bit like Clark Kent, right?” He laughs, shaking his head with amusement before placing the anti-freeze back down in the snow.
