After the previous week's dinner - during which Annie had let Ben grovel quite a bit before she actually told him he was forgiven - they'd resumed their relationship, including their standing Monday night date at their favorite restaurant.
"What a day, huh?" Ben asked as they dug into the appetizer they always ordered.
"Agreed. So many similarities in those five deaths. It's eerie," Annie said before taking another sip of her daquiri. "And I don't think they were caused by anything natural at all. It's a serial killer, I just know it. And that got me wondering..."
"About what?" Ben responded once he'd finished his first mozzarella stick.
"Well, the last death was July twenty-third, right?"
"Right."
"And today's the eighth of August, right?"
"Yep."
"So, why did they stop? I mean, we
