She had to die.
Charlene. Charlene had to die. Just had to.
Of them all she was the smartest of the lot. The most stunning of the lot. Just look at that a*s. Just look at it! The way it moves in that tight skirt. Those sculptured legs of an athlete. It hurt just looking at her walking out of the revolving doors of the Frieberg and sliding into that yellow cab waiting for her.
He closed his eyes and fought to regain control of his emotions. Forced himself to take in large breaths of air, hold them for ten seconds, and then slowly exhale. It helped. Helped a lot. These breathing exercises. But they only went so far. It dulled the ache in his chest. Gave him a little more control of his urges. But that was it. That was all.
Opening his eyes, he placed a gloved hand on the steering wheel a
