While Gary and Steve were eating, Blaine was preparing for his departure from the city—but not until he made one more ‘farewell’ kill. The urge, the need, was strong. He knew it was the result of all that had happened, from Lloyd’s arrest to the police invading the house. Now he wanted to thumb his nose at the detective. To show him that he might have gotten lucky in catching Lloyd, but he wouldn’t have a chance to stop the other serial killer who was stalking the city. To wit, me. He smiled malevolently at that thought.
He didn’t want to spend time setting it up. He didn’t have time. Leaving, before Lloyd’s insanity took a turn for the worse and he said something to implicate Blaine, was of primary importance.
He knew about that because the detective had paid a courtesy call, as Blaine
