Chapter Three: The Mind of a KillerMatthew Conway roamed the Nosfort Memorial Park for the third time that afternoon. Before starting the fourth round, he decided to take a break and sit for a few moments on a bench. The sky looked overcast and gray: it'd start to snow pretty soon. He had a good inner clock, so he calculated that it was between five to ten minutes before three o'clock.
Time to move on. He rose from the park bench.
He was a very handsome fellow; seventeen years old, six three, with hair as black as a coal pit and eyes to match. Lately, he looked a little pale, but everyone assumed that it was a consequence of the prolonged winter, so that was okay. Since he was very athletic, he had made it onto the Nosfort High football team, the Eagles, without any problems. His broad s
