Being the most successful serial killer in New England is not as easy as it sounds. Really. It takes a lot of lying, cheating, and stealing. It also requires way more honesty than you’d imagine.
I’m not going to tell you my secrets, because my publisher would probably get sued for publishing a how-to on murder. He doesn’t deserve it. Me on the other hand, I’m a whole different kettle of fish.
I was only a few miles outside of some tiny podunk village when I almost hit her. The girl. She came stumbling out of the forest looking like she’d gotten lost. Oh, poor cute little lost kitten. Smooth skin, wide, bright eyes (and their color, wow) gorgeous, thick blonde hair. She was wearing some kind of simple dress that was a bit ragged.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Girl, hair, screeching breaks.