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, … Continue reading Chapter 29: No Grave to Mark

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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 … Continue reading Chapter 28: Anonymous Tip

Chapter 26: Stop Saying “Fuck”

O'Malley and I went to St. Cecilia's, but while she went around back to visit the haven, I went in the front door to go into the club. I hadn't been there in a while and I needed some time alone to work out the Tanner thing. I went inside and immediately remembered why I'd … Continue reading Chapter 26: Stop Saying “Fuck”

Chapter 25: Epiphany

As O'Malley and I slept, the newest murder was the talk of the town. I knew because, when we got up that evening and turned on the TV, it was all over the news. "Dammit, Grin! What did this one do?" O'Malley scolded. "Caught him raping a woman," I said, watching the screen, perplexed. "I … Continue reading Chapter 25: Epiphany

Wicked Grin, Chapter 25: Epiphany…

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Chapter 24: The Only Her

I won't tell you where our new hideout is because we still live there and I'm not a dumbass vampire who goes spouting off the location of his lair. What I can tell you is that it's a small, brick, three-story building—four if you count the basement—in a pretty slow part of town. The first … Continue reading Chapter 24: The Only Her

Chapter 23: Follow the White Rabbit

The next evening, O'Malley and I went to St. Cecilia's as Dodger and his "guys" moved our salvageable stuff to the other hideout. But when we entered, I had a strong feeling we could go around putting up maps to our location if we wanted to, and we'd never have to worry about being bothered. Something … Continue reading Chapter 23: Follow the White Rabbit