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have been pushed from human lungs, and everyone
knew it. It was warm and fast, sharp and animalistic.
    “Let’s go, Tom! They won’t warn you twice!”
Kattic called.
    The armed officer exited the shrubbery, his
face ghostly white. He turned to the uniforms. “Pack up this shit!
Bag the arm. You know the drill.” He pulled the gloves from his
hands. “This wasn’t a homicide.”
    “What was it?” a young uniformed cop
asked.
    “A feeding.”
    Carver and Kattic walked briskly to the
cruiser, while Tom did his best to keep up. Once safely inside the
vehicle, they locked the doors, then quickly left the area.

Chapter
Three
Nine Thirty-Two
    October 13. The sun was down. It was dark.
Carver, with a flashlight in hand, opened the big red door to the
big red barn that sat behind his house. It was tidy inside. The
floor was dirt, and the area was empty except for a small dusty
workbench that sat in a corner. He used a match to light a lantern,
then hung the glowing light source on a rusty nail that stuck out
from one of the support beams.
    Almost 80 percent of a moon sat in the night
sky; Carver could see it through the cracks in the roof. The
temperature was a bit lower than he was used to for the current
time of year, despite the fact that it was fall. The air that
exited his lungs was visible in the subtle flame’s light. Five
freshly dug graves lined the back wall. Carver picked up a shovel
and began to dig number six. As he chipped away at the hard ground,
he thought back to how good the blonde’s body had felt on his. She
was an easy target. If only all his kills were that simple.
    After digging a shallow grave big enough for
the girl’s body, Carver stepped from the barn and immediately felt
a cold wind on his skin. He walked to the building’s darkest side.
The moon cast the barn’s shadow over the girl’s covered corpse. He
picked up the white and red sheet and carried her inside to her
final resting place. As he laid her down next to the hole, he
pulled the bloody sheet from her body. She was still beautiful. Her
face had lost a lot of color, but her natural good looks still
shone through.
    Trying to be decent, he closed her eyes.
Then slid his hands under her shirt and over her breasts. He
squeezed them. An urge to masturbate rushed through him, and he
felt himself get hard. A beautiful girl, dead or alive, was one
thing Carver Thorton could not resist. His heart pounded in his
chest; it was the same sensation he always felt just before a kill.
Carver unbuttoned his pants and pulled himself out; he stroked his
dick just inches from her lifeless body. He focused on her breasts
and squeezed them with his free hand.
    It didn’t take long before his DNA was all
over her face, lips and neck. He felt refreshed and was glad he got
more use out of her body before disposing of it. Not wanting to
waste any more time, the young killer stood up and forcefully
kicked her into the hole, then shoveled the fresh dirt back into
the grave.
    When the job was finished, Carver took the
sheet he had used to cover her and threw it in an old metal trash
can just off his back patio. He poured some lighter fluid over it
and then dropped in a burning match. Everything was in its place.
He was ready for another victim.
    ***
    Kattic climbed the old wooden staircase that
wrapped around the interior of Sorrow Sky’s clock tower. It was
dark inside and smelled of dust and cold.
    He had been renting the tower from the city,
putting a little extra cash in the pockets of the city council
members, who, upon learning of the special investigator’s desire to
temporarily reside in the town’s historic landmark, jumped at the
opportunity. The terms were Kattic would pay one hundred dollars
every two weeks, report any mechanical glitches with the clock’s
oversized mechanisms and in his free time, repair the upper
section’s broken out windows—which he had finished the first week
he took up residency.
    Once at the top, he could see the