I’ve thought about it a lot over the years and I still don’t understand her boundaries when she’d take me out to a kill. She’d insist I join her in tracking the kids she picked, and sometimes it was down to me to lure them back to our car. I was expected to help stuff them in suitcases, organise the location the suitcases were positioned in and then I’d watch as she’d slip into this glazed, trance-like state, staring at them.
