Chapter Forty-FiveHis teeth clung to his curled lip as he viewed the official announcement on ITV news. Blood pumped through his constricted veins, listening to their claims about finding Kate.
He sipped from a freshly poured mug of coffee and slid back in his chair. His heavy eyes closed, conjuring images of the reunion he craved.
Kate was special. She wasn't like the others. They were trash, that needed cleaning up off the streets. Erasing their lives gave him fulfilment, particularly the first girl. It had given him release, allowed him to enact his revenge over the parts of his life that ruined him.
He was damaged goods, a broken puzzle with a missing part. He could never be put back together; the picture would always be incomplete.
For years, he'd tried to live happily, forget the
