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Honda parked by the curb. She must have arrived after the cemetery had officially closed, as well. She slid behind the driver’s seat and lowered the window. He ducked down to talk to her, but before he could speak, she said, “I know, long red hair. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
    â€œThanks.”
    â€œI’m twenty-four, but I still live with my folks. I’ll be okay.”
    He nodded as she turned her key in the ignition, and he watched the Honda’s lights disappear into the fog.
    He stood there for a long moment, feeling a strange sensation of dread grip his spine like an iron claw. Beautiful women with long red hair.
    Christina Hardy fell into that category, as well.
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    He had lost her tonight, thanks to the cop-turned-writer.
    But he would prevail. He would behave normally. He was a special person, unique; amazing things went on in his mind. He could walk, talk, smile and act completely normal, and all the while he would be planning his next kill.
    But there had been an almost frightening moment when he had felt as if he might combust, the opportunity had been so good.
    She had been there, so appetizing.
    He made himself breathe, told himself to function. There was his world, his inner world, and then there was the world beyond. Sometimes he could combine them, but it was over now.
    Still, there had been those moments when he had almost been able to taste and feel the results of his brilliance. He had come here tonight by happenstance, unable to resist a visit to the grave of the man who had taken the blame for everything he himself had done all those years ago. And then…to see Kidd’s sister…
    It was too good.
    She was such a pretty thing. All that lovely hair…
    Then he’d shown up.
    Jed Braden was big and broad-shouldered, clearly capable of holding his own in a fight.
    But that didn’t matter. The point lay in his own brilliance, not in something as crass as a physical fight. He loved watching the dumb fucks chase their tails while he went gleefully about his business.
    God, he loved the press. The newscasters were so grave when they talked about the latest killing. Then, with the switch of a camera angle, a smile instead of a somber look. Suddenly it was “Lots of fun on tap for Halloween this year.”
    But at home, watching their plasma TVs, the viewers would be reeling. No change in camera angle for them. A killer was on the loose….
    The experts were all baffled. It would never be like the crime shows. He was far too intelligent. There would be no solving his murders in a one-hour show.
    How he loved the attention. His double life. Defying profilers and “behavioralists,” knowing they were more confused than ever now.
    And all thanks to his own brilliance.
    Breathe. Be ready. Walk, talk, smile, and all while the other world lived on in his mind. The time would come again—and soon—when it would become real once again.
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    â€œQuit staring at me. You’re giving me chills,” Christina said to her cousins.
    Mike shook his head, looking away. “I just want you to be careful.”
    â€œI am careful. I’ve always been careful. I never go anywhere with strangers. I’m street smart, honest. You guys know that,” she said.
    â€œJust keep your doors locked, okay?” Dan said.
    â€œI told you, I’m always careful. I carry pepper spray, I don’t talk to strangers and I don’t open the door without checking through the peephole,” Christina assured him.
    The doorbell rang.
    Christina jumped, then flushed in embarrassment.
    Mike said, “I’ll get it,” and headed down the hall.
    â€œRemember how much fun we had with this thing?” Ana said, returning to the original subject. Christina wasn’t sure why, but she was sorry she’d kept the damn thing around. Ana seemed way too enamored of it.
    â€œIt’s Tony from next door,” Mike said when he returned a