NINETY-TWO
Another specimen collected, the killer exalted, the stupid cow just climbed into the car. Mind you, she’d thought it was a taxi. She was pissed out of her brains, could barely stand up she was so drunk. Her mother should not let her out at night if that’s the state she’s going to get herself into. Or maybe she was a student, out on the lash with other students.
She deserves all she gets. Has she no decency? Her skirt hiked up to her arse, t**s falling out of her blouse. Not wearing a coat even though it was cold and there was a decidedly chilly wind. She was probably thankful to me for rescuing her from that. Not that that gratitude lasted for very long.
Thinking that I was a taxi driver was an understandable mistake, considering the Garside Taxis sticker on the side of the c
