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But a gun was less satisfying. He’d learned that with raccoons and stray dogs.
He’d feel the blade go in, piercing the trucker’s shirt, sliding through the soft fat and dense organs; then he’d feel the warm, thick wetness of the blood.
Bliss. The very thought of it made him shudder in anticipation.
“Only I know what I have to do. Oh, and I do know. I do.”
“Stay as long as you like. Finish the bottle.” Sergio grabbed his gun and wallet. “My wife won’t be back until tomorrow night.”
“Oh, I have.” He emerged from the bathroom, still naked and sweating, the shower curtain over his shoulder and his .38 in his hand. “I’ve changed a lot.” He raised the gun and fired.
“Here comes part two, darlin’.” He raised the big blade, chuckling. “Were you surprised?”
“Wait. We add targets?”
Shoving the money into his pocket, Simon turned away. “Take care, Officer.”
He reached past the Cheerios and Golden Grahams in the cupboard, to a box of Lucky Charms. With a bowl, a spoon, and milk, he was halfway through his second roof-of-the-mouth-destroying serving when the front door opened.
“Don’t think about yesterday anymore. It’s officially history as of this morning. What happened in the past doesn’t live on unless we allow it to.
“Let me get you some water anyway. I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, it was awful. His eyes fluttered open and he looked right at me. It was like he’d seen a ghost. He started kicking, and all the tubes and wires were banging around.
He saw himself standing over her as she kicked and squirmed, his knife impaled deep inside her abdomen, her wide eyes reflecting the horror she now understood as he let her body drop to the floor.
She’ll be the first. She will feel the knife with no gun first. No weakness.
“You were fine for a few minutes, then a latecomer walks in and you drift off—and then come back all rigid and flat. What gives?”
Davenrod
The killer smiled, shaking Officer Archer’s hand. “Ken Davenrod.”
The two lead detectives on the case, being watched by their serial killer.
“But I know two people who are grieving alone that probably should be grieving together. They both lost their families.”
