James is the worst kind of serial killer, because he’s the last person you will fear. He’s kind, considerate, well-educated and likeable. Women find him attractive. The girls that fall in love with James, he buries in a forest, where they sleep. James might even be a friend of yours.
A surprised cry from behind made me jump.
I turned and recovered first. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.’
She stood uncertainly, a pile of books in her arms. ‘It’s okay. I didn’t see you, it’s so dark. They should fix the damned car park lights here.’
‘Are you all right?’ My instincts were prickling. I tried to keep my voice calm.
She nodded at her car. ‘I just want to put these on the passenger seat.’
‘Right, of course,’ I said, quickly stepping back.
‘Oh – okay, thanks.’ She moved forward and bent to fit her car key into the door.
‘You’ve been studying?’ I asked.
‘No, I’m the librarian here. I’m taking these home to fix – oh damn!’ The books slid from her arms to the ground. She cursed softly again and crouched to retrieve them.
I leaned forward, reaching. She probably thought I was going to help.
What others are saying:
“Every woman should read how this guy chooses his victims and stalks them in broad daylight.” – Vbthedog