Chapter 27
The remains of a frozen dinner sat before him on the table. Abbott was barely aware of the food he had just consumed, was scarcely conscious of the way his muscles bunched and contracted as he fantasized, conjuring up masterful images of gore, of Beth’s frenzied pleading as he led her patiently down the road toward death. He imagined how the knife would feel entering her, the blood he would release. The pleading would give him satisfaction, but would be coming much too late to do her any good.
He pictured her, curled into a defenseless ball in a corner of the storage room.
Then heard a crash. His head jerked up. For a moment, he became disoriented, removed from his fantasy world where he played the star, a messenger of death and agony. His surroundings had faded as he honed i
