Chapter 29: No Grave to Mark

A few days passed. The bodies of the thrill kill girls provided DNA and fingerprint matches to the evidence from the murders, and the photos didn't do much to exonerate them. The APD broke down and set up a tip line so anyone could call and give information on my killings. I'd say that Dodger, [...]

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Chapter 28: Anonymous Tip

After using my lighter to reduce the photos of me to a pile of ash in the bathroom sink, I crept into the office and looked around. The attendant was still gone, but I could hear porn playing behind the closed door at the back of the room. He—or maybe she, who knows?—wouldn't be bothering [...]