Pretty Little Dead Girls
Droplets of blood speckled the ground, his clothes, ran down Bryony’s arms and soaked into her socks and sneakers.
The murderer—the second murderer, not our Peter—was making a mess of it. Not a professional, obviously, but more likely a young student at the university who was out for an early morning kill, simply to satiate his curiosity. Or he had done it before, but maybe only once or twice, and he still hadn’t developed his skills yet. Poor guy, thought Peter. He really screwed this up. Perhaps he would have had potential, but now nobody will ever know.
Bryony’s wide eyes caught sight of Peter, and she fastened her gaze on him neatly, much like the near perfect sound a snap makes when it
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