Chapter TenFriday 18 December 2015
He was more than satisfied with his latest spree. His dry, cracked lips stretched into a wry smile, recalling vivid footage of her desperate eyes pleading with him to stop.
He craved fresh meat. The enjoyment of their torment dispelled the rage he felt. His teeth ground together, as recollections of his tormented past resurfaced. He felt agitated and increasingly angry at the mounting attention his activities were attracting. Yet at the same time, he felt a sense of smug satisfaction, as he knew that the police had nothing on him.
He fumbled inside his pocket, the brushed chrome surface of a Zippo lighter touched his palm. He wrapped his fingers around the cold shell and plucked it from the jacket lining. His thumb flicked the lid, exposing the flint w
