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television as the reporter continued:
“ The body of the young woman was discovered by friends after her mother called to see if she’d stayed with them overnight. According to Mrs. Renner who lives in Gainesville, she and her daughter were close and talked daily, so she became suspicious when she hadn’t heard from her. The victim’s mother went on to say that she was kind, generous, outgoing, and well-liked by everyone she knew. In speaking with Ginger’s friends, we learned that she frequented bars alone and usually attended those that had music and a dancing area. The bartender at the Java Hut remembered serving her, but no one working in the establishment saw her leave that night. Florida residents are being encouraged to contact local authorities if you are approached by anyone who seems suspicious, and the hotline number at the bottom of the screen is the one to call if you have any information that might help us catch this man before he kills again. No composite sketch is available at this time on the Ft. Lauderdale Lady Killer… ”
“Fuck! I hate that name!” he screamed, flailing his arms at the television.
“ A special task force has been assembled to work on this case and the police are urging all women to be careful when traveling alone. This is Meredith McDonough reporting live from Lauderdale by the Sea. ”
“That’s all?” he shrieked. “Just a five-minute spot on the news? Hell, local stations should be interrupting their normal broadcasts with special reports on this all day! What does someone have to do to get some damn attention around here?”
Picking up his half-filled can of beer, he angrily heaved it against the wall across the room. The golden liquid instantly splattered and he raced over to inspect the obvious dent left in the drywall.
“Shit, see what you made me do, you little cunt? Now I’m going have to spend the rest of my night cleaning this shit up.” Grabbing his head in frustration, he began pulling at his dark wavy hair.
I can’t stay in this God-forsaken apartment one more minute.
And then he stood still, his eyes darting. With a maniacal smile on his face, he strode back to his bedroom, opened the closet door, and began to rummage through his racks of clothes.
Wait. First, I have to decide what kind of face to put on.
Backing out of the closet, he turned and stroked his chin, staring at the three new hairpieces resting on individual Styrofoam heads atop his dresser. After stretching one over his scalp, he stood in front of the mirror and debated.
No moustache tonight, I wore one on my last date.
Returning to his closet, he selected a gray pinstripe suit, white starched shirt, and a dark tie.
I should be driving a white Lincoln Continental Town Coupe tonight instead of a light blue 1968 VW Bug.
After a final check in the mirror, he stretched his hands, indicating that it was show time. Carefully opening the front door of his apartment, he checked both ways to see if anyone was lingering outside. The last thing he needed was for some asshole to identify him in one of his new outfits . After determining that the coast was clear, he smiled and slipped into the shadows down the paved walkways. Finally feeling confident that he’d avoided any detection, he peered around and cruised out into the dimly lit parking lot.
I love to watch young women in search of successful, out-of-town businessmen. Unfortunately, the ending won’t be so happy for my date this evening…
With that last thought in mind, he opened his car door and got comfortable in the front seat. Adjusting his yellow tinted aviator frames in the rearview mirror, he spoke out loud in a low, raspy voice. “Which lucky lady should I choose tonight?”
Chapter Twelve
A week later, Raul and Lexi sat on her couch watching the evening news.
“ Her scream was ear-piercing and frantic. The loud noise should’ve woken the entire neighborhood,” the woman being interviewed said. “I instantly
“ The body of the young woman was discovered by friends after her mother called to see if she’d stayed with them overnight. According to Mrs. Renner who lives in Gainesville, she and her daughter were close and talked daily, so she became suspicious when she hadn’t heard from her. The victim’s mother went on to say that she was kind, generous, outgoing, and well-liked by everyone she knew. In speaking with Ginger’s friends, we learned that she frequented bars alone and usually attended those that had music and a dancing area. The bartender at the Java Hut remembered serving her, but no one working in the establishment saw her leave that night. Florida residents are being encouraged to contact local authorities if you are approached by anyone who seems suspicious, and the hotline number at the bottom of the screen is the one to call if you have any information that might help us catch this man before he kills again. No composite sketch is available at this time on the Ft. Lauderdale Lady Killer… ”
“Fuck! I hate that name!” he screamed, flailing his arms at the television.
“ A special task force has been assembled to work on this case and the police are urging all women to be careful when traveling alone. This is Meredith McDonough reporting live from Lauderdale by the Sea. ”
“That’s all?” he shrieked. “Just a five-minute spot on the news? Hell, local stations should be interrupting their normal broadcasts with special reports on this all day! What does someone have to do to get some damn attention around here?”
Picking up his half-filled can of beer, he angrily heaved it against the wall across the room. The golden liquid instantly splattered and he raced over to inspect the obvious dent left in the drywall.
“Shit, see what you made me do, you little cunt? Now I’m going have to spend the rest of my night cleaning this shit up.” Grabbing his head in frustration, he began pulling at his dark wavy hair.
I can’t stay in this God-forsaken apartment one more minute.
And then he stood still, his eyes darting. With a maniacal smile on his face, he strode back to his bedroom, opened the closet door, and began to rummage through his racks of clothes.
Wait. First, I have to decide what kind of face to put on.
Backing out of the closet, he turned and stroked his chin, staring at the three new hairpieces resting on individual Styrofoam heads atop his dresser. After stretching one over his scalp, he stood in front of the mirror and debated.
No moustache tonight, I wore one on my last date.
Returning to his closet, he selected a gray pinstripe suit, white starched shirt, and a dark tie.
I should be driving a white Lincoln Continental Town Coupe tonight instead of a light blue 1968 VW Bug.
After a final check in the mirror, he stretched his hands, indicating that it was show time. Carefully opening the front door of his apartment, he checked both ways to see if anyone was lingering outside. The last thing he needed was for some asshole to identify him in one of his new outfits . After determining that the coast was clear, he smiled and slipped into the shadows down the paved walkways. Finally feeling confident that he’d avoided any detection, he peered around and cruised out into the dimly lit parking lot.
I love to watch young women in search of successful, out-of-town businessmen. Unfortunately, the ending won’t be so happy for my date this evening…
With that last thought in mind, he opened his car door and got comfortable in the front seat. Adjusting his yellow tinted aviator frames in the rearview mirror, he spoke out loud in a low, raspy voice. “Which lucky lady should I choose tonight?”
Chapter Twelve
A week later, Raul and Lexi sat on her couch watching the evening news.
“ Her scream was ear-piercing and frantic. The loud noise should’ve woken the entire neighborhood,” the woman being interviewed said. “I instantly
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