EIGHTY-SIX
The Mannikin Killer’s anger had still not abated.
How could it have gone so wrong so quickly? It had been planned to the finest detail.
The choice of specimen had been perfect. A stupid, insipid unfucked virgin spinster, with no relatives or any other kin. Without friends. Neighbours who would simply assume that the specimen had gone travelling again.
The immaculate plan to transport the specimen to the display site. A plan that was so cunning in its execution that they would never know how it was achieved. Who could ever have thought that the Swanbitch would find out about those long-submerged stepping-stones? He had only discovered them by accident whilst he was scouting for suitable locations. That’s what he was, a location scout. Finding the specimens was easy enough, th
