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Ivory explained. "I understand, momma and you're right. Majority of serial killers are white men and anyone can be one. I mean, look at Ted Bundy. He didn't have a rough life. He wasn't abused, or had a difficult time in school and yet he killed thirty women. The fact you were so close to something similar is an understandable fear right now. I mean, right now there's a woman going missing and being found dead in our little town. But you need to moderate your fear." "Moderate it? What do you mean?" Ivory asked.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

My eyes scan the typed list, my blood running cold as I read. The page is a roster. A list of names, each accompanied by a brief, chilling description. My gaze sweeps across the dozen entries. Wanted for multiple homicides.Known for brutal torture methods.Implicated in disappearances and mass killings. Every single name on that page is a notorious killer, a ghost story whispered in the underbelly of the city’s criminal landscape.

I reach across the desk and put my hand over hers the way I did before Kira woke up, and this time there's no archive work providing cover for it, it's just the gesture itself, plain and deliberate. She turns her hand over and holds mine. "The murders were curated," I say. "From a list built years in advance. By someone who knew exactly what she was building toward and had the access and the patience to build it correctly." "Yes," Juniper says. "Then we need to know who else is on the list," I say. "Who's left. Who's next." Juniper's grip on my hand tightens fractionally. "Dante is on it," she says. "I'm almost certain."

Brent asked smoothly, he wasn't in the mood for games but he entertained the thought of having Sierra in the same room with him and making her increasingly uncomfortable. "Well you do remember all those people that you murdered?" Mack asked nicely, when he received no response he continued. "No, well let's refresh you memory, shall we." He pulled out the photographs of all of Brent's recent know victims and laid them in front of him. "There is Sheila Andercroft, Chuck Larsen, Theresa DeLania, Annabell Tills, Kamey Stewart, Vicci, Greg and Dora Manning. Any of these names sound familiar to you?"

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

I questioned. ‘Why would you commit murders in the first place?’ ‘Because I wanted to. Because it's fun, I don’t need to explain fuck all to you, and you want names? Fine. Chris Walker, India Evens, Katie Karwright, Jade Barns, Venessa Rupert, Jordan Powel-’ I just continued to list names, as he wrote them down. Page after page, I told him every name that I could remember, but I knew there were many more that I couldn’t.

The voice that talks from the other side isn't a man's, it's a mechanical voice that sounds like it's coming from a dysfunctional robot. "Layla Peterson. Original name: Heisha Gill; prime suspect of the FBI for the serial killings in Ellicott City, Scottsville and Wilson. Her targets are typically children from the ages of three to eight. So far, she has ten victims and all of them died by mutilation." I involuntarily gasp at the word 'mutilation'. A serial killer? "Heisha disappeared from Austin a few years ago and had plastic surgery. She settled in Vancouver last year and established the Starkid Kindergarten."

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

EPILOGUE "... a massacre happened at the subdivision of **** at ****, Queensland, Australia. The police released a statement about the tragedy this afternoon and it was said that the tragic end of the lives of these people happened in the morning. The neighbors have reported the multiple gun shots that disturbed the neighborhood this morning. Two girls have witnessed the gunmen but haven't spoken anything from shock..." "... the identity of 17 bodies are the family of known doctor of **** Dr. Carl Hamilton himself, his wife -Amy Hamilton-, his 3 daughters- Finley, Dolora and Ezra Halmiton- and 2 granddaughters - Helga and Gia Beaver, an AFD agent Ricochet Zimmerman, his wife Lucy Jameson-Zim