The Christopher Killer Book Novels & Stories

Christopher said with a faux sigh, “our dear brother was the perfect angel. Most well-behaved child you’ve ever seen. Never broke a rule. Always quiet. Always reading. Didn't even cry when he scraped his knees.” Mother added gently, “He was the one who corrected the butler’s grammar at eight years old.” I rolled my eyes. “He was misusing the subjunctive. It was a kindness.” But Christopher wasn’t finished. “He had this thing,” he said, turning slightly toward Lu, lowering his voice with the glee of a child about to reveal a scandal, “for books. Not just any books. Romance novels.” Mother gave him a sharp look. “Christopher…” “Oh come on, Mother,” he said, grinning. “It was adorable. He used

A small coldness crept into my chest. “Know what?” I asked. Mr. Smith cleared his throat, voice dropping low. “Chris had a psychotic case. A very severe one. He killed a boy he was seeing in Chicago. The boy cheated on him. And Chris… he lost it.” My chest stiffened. Color drained from my face so fast it felt like the floor moved. The doctor knew Chris' name and the fact that he was into boys. So… “What?” I whispered. But it didn’t even sound like my voice.