“Ah, such a good pretty one.' There was a pause, 'You even got yourself dressed up.”

“Ah, such a good pretty one.' There was a pause, 'You even got yourself dressed up.”

“I stared down at my hands and saw the blood coat them, how warm and real something felt when it wasn’t just ink and stains. This was life and I was holding it in my hands. I drew my eyes back up and beneath the flickering streetlight and the throng of drunken cattle, I saw nothing else but the dead girl. Somebody out there had taken her life, her heart, and there I was with her warm, sticky blood. Feeling the most alive I’d felt in years.I had to find him. I just had to.”