CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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HE WAS SITTING IN HIS car, thinking. He had looked for Bryony everywhere. She wasn’t at the bookshop. She had probably stayed at home.
He knew exactly what she would do. He’d liked the woman and followed her. He’d liked her more than he’d liked the stupid bitches he killed. He had wanted her and he’d decided to have her in the end.
But, now, he had to get rid of her, if he wanted to keep his self-esteem. She hurt him and she had to pay for that.
He wouldn’t take anything from any woman anymore. He had had enough of that in his lifetime. He was sick of being told what to do and when to do it.
His mother was the first. She would nag him all the time. She would preach about the punishment he deserved for looking where he shouldn’t or doing something she did
