Chapter Thirteen
The black notebook was written a bit like a textbook. Even Jonathan had added more flourish into his leather bound notebook; his father, in the meantime, recorded only facts as he saw them, with positively no mind for readership. If his writing hadn’t directly concerned me, my eyes would have glazed over long ago.
Subject number forty-six found working under the table at a gentlemen’s club. Forty-six is new to the area, Caucasian, female, kills males almost exclusively. Uses work to lure in victims. It is uncertain whether victims were aware of forty-six’s nature. Forty-six dispatched with a stake to the heart. Decapitation and burning of the body then commenced.
This told me nothing. It was barely even the beginning of a story. Who was forty-six, besides a white woman
