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could surprise her now. But of course, he would not. One didn’t rush things no matter how he was tempted. She might start screaming out in the open or worse, break away and he’d lose control. No, best if he waited for her to crawl out of the water and head back inside the house before he made his presence known.
    It was more of a challenge that way, to wait for her to feel safe and secure, to wait until she’d settled under the covers. He liked the idea of surprising Julie once she tucked herself in between the sheets, just as she dropped off into a deep slumber. In his experience, it made for a better shock, made for more abject fear and confusion in the victims. Not only that, it gave him more of an adrenaline rush, more of an advantage.
    But tonight he envisioned going a different direction. It was time to shake things up. That is, if he could put the brakes on long enough for Tracy to come in from her date, it would work. Although the woman was taking her sweet time about getting home on a Thursday night, he thought now. He couldn’t very well stand in the same spot for this long without drawing attention to himself. One never knew when a nosy neighbor might panic and decide to call the cops.
    He let his mind drift back to Tracy. The black-haired beauty more than likely had stayed over with Kyle, the new boyfriend of three weeks. After considering how late it had gotten, he wasn’t sure it was worth the trouble to wait for Tracy to come home. Bearing in mind what he knew about Tracy, the slut would probably not crawl through the door until morning.
    Since that feeling had already started to wash over him, he knew he was getting itchy. That urge to dominate, to control every part of the act was beginning to snap at the outer banks and take hold as it usually did. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep the urge at bay.
    That initial fear he always saw in the eyes of his victims kept creeping into his brain. He recognized it for what it was. The pure joy of the hunt, to subdue, to conquer, to watch the last breath go out of their bodies as they slowly took the final gulp of air they would ever take.
    Now, he desperately wanted two at the same time in the same place. He hadn’t done two since… It had been a very long time.
    That probably meant he was out of practice on that score. He hashed that out and began to do his mental checklist of the townhome’s layout. He hoped to Christ he wasn’t getting it confused with the one four streets over on Sedgwick Way, the one with the petite little redhead. At some point, he intended to get around to her. That thought had him glancing across to the similar design and shape of the townhouse itself. It struck him then. Both addresses had a festive front door decoration with the same shade of trim. Both had a white mailbox.
    Just because he’d gone through so many homes didn’t mean he could keep them all straight. Without his notebook handy, which he used to jot down specific details, he would have to wing it tonight.
    How could he have been in such a hurry that he’d gone off without bringing what he considered his bible along with him? Why did he go to such great lengths to keep painstaking facts and figures about his victims if he went spacey and left it behind? How could he maintain the source of all his hard effort if he didn’t keep the book with him at all times?
    For several minutes, he fretted over it and wished he had his notes. But wishing didn’t do him any good at the moment. He’d have to remedy that for next time. Bitching about it now didn’t help while he stood in the dark on a street corner.
    How is it he remembered how much money each woman had in her individual checking and savings accounts but not whether he had the correct house? Maybe he was losing his touch. It wasn’t like him to lose focus. He considered that and thought about calling it a night.
    He tried to get his mind back on track by going over each woman’s stats, each bedroom,