He wanted to kill someone.
Anyone.
But more than anything, he wanted to know who the hell was following Charlene around in the black Caddy. And why? Pacing his office, looking for something he could grab with both of his hands and rip it to pieces, he wanted to shout. Scream! He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
Who the hell was that guy?
Who He only caught glimpses of the guy behind the wheel. Black hair. High cheekbones. Hardly anything else. But he knew, knew this guy was trouble, big trouble, waiting to happen. If he didn"t find out who he was, and what he was doing in town, his chances of hunting down his next victim were dwindling with increasing rapidity. Already he could fill the symptoms coming on. It had been several days since he last took a life. That cop, that unif
