As we survey the kitchen, I ask him, “Are you going to make it look like the Red Mask Killer did this?” He shakes his head as he shrugs into his shirt. “If I tried, the police wouldn’t believe it. I do things cleanly with no chance for my prey to run from me. This crime scene wasn’t controlled by the killer, and this place is a mess.” “Damn. I wasn’t expecting the murders I committed tonight to be critiqued by a professional.”
