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top deck
of the small ferry. Patrick looked at the island approaching in the distance
through his dark sunglasses. He smoked his cigarette and blew out smoke that
the wind instantly carried away.
    "So are you ready to take in a new
town?" she continued. "We've never been to Fanoe before. They are
really excited about us coming. The newspaper has been writing about it for
weeks and the local TV-station has been talking non-stop about it as well. It's
a big thing for a small community like this. It gives a lot of great publicity
for the show and you know how important that is. So put on your famous smile
and give them a fantastic show, alright?"
    Patrick scoffed and smoked again. He hated these
so-called pep talks that Hanne always wanted to have before entering a new
city. Like this was going to be any different than the rest, just because it
was a small island in the middle of nowhere. It was all the same. Little did
Hanne know that for Patrick this was actually going to be very different than
all the other places they had been. He had something special planned, something
that would bring him much joy.
    "You're not hung-over again, are you?"
she asked and tried to look into his eyes through the glasses. "I need you
at your best."
    "I'm fine," he grumbled. He wasn't
hungover. He was still riding the rush of last night’s kill, but the buzz had
started to wear off. He hadn't been able to sleep once he got back to the hotel
room. The adrenalin had been rushing through his veins, so instead he had taken
the car and driven around the town for hours, racing every car he could see on
the road.
    "Good. Cause you are our guy, you know that.
Without you there would—"
    "…be no show, I know," Patrick said.
"I'm just saving my energy for later. You know, to give them what they
came for."
    Hanne patted Patrick on the back with a smile.
He considered grabbing her and throwing her off the boat. They were alone on
the top deck. No one would ever know. He could say that she fell by accident
because she was leaning over the edge to look at the water. Patrick felt the
rush of adrenalin again. Ah, that wonderful sensation of being alive that he
loved so much. He had been so angry all morning after skimming through the
morning paper at the hotel and realizing that there was nothing in it about the
body of the Asian girl that he had placed in the restroom at the rest area,
sitting on the toilet. He had even left his signature mark on her body. But it
hadn't had the effect he wanted it to. At least not yet. Patrick liked reading
about his own killings. He especially liked to read about how the police still
had no clue who he was. Hell, they didn't even know how many he had killed so
far. Only about half of them had been in the papers anyway. That's why he
started to leave the mark. To make them see the connection. He wanted them to
know what he was capable of. How powerful he was.
    He smiled mischievously and looked at the small
woman next to him. The water was splashing underneath the ferry. It was still
freezing cold at this time of year. She would die very quickly after she hit
the water. Now Patrick was chuckling and Hanne noticed.
    She smiled. "It's good to see you happy
again. For a moment there I was afraid you were getting burnt out or something.
It's important to take good care of our host, believe me I know all about that.
I have learned my lesson. Can't repeat what happened to Rikke Bo when she was the
host of Dancing Stars . I worked
on the show back then, when she lost it, and that was not fun."
    Patrick laughed, but not because of what Hanne
had told him. He laughed because he imagined Hanne's facial expression on her
way down towards the water. He tried to imagine what would go through her
pathetic mind in those terrifying last moments when she knew she was going to
die and she knew who had thrown her. Would she feel regret for being such a
cold bitch? Would she think of her children that she was always away from? Or
would she