Chapter 19
The night before…
“Pain in my ass,” Evan muttered beneath his breath.
He took a break from the task at hand, stood up straight, and stretched his back. Evan went to the kitchen sink, washed his hands, then walked into his living room, where he sank into the couch. Remote in hand, Evan flicked through the local news channels but found nothing that he sought.
A little over three weeks had passed since he’d killed the guy in the storage unit, and Evan had kept a close eye on the case.
While the television gave him whatever updates hit the local news, Evan had noticed a waning of coverage.
The first day or two afterward, the homicide was all over the news—every channel.
By days three and four, the news was reporting on the killing maybe once a day, then every other day.
The week before, after checking every local channel, Evan had caught coverage only twice—and that was just a rehashing of what they’d already said.
As far as evidence, the only thing the cops had that had been made public was the camera footage of him walking into the storage facility, and as Evan already knew, the footage quality wasn’t good and left him with zero fear of being identified.
Evan scooped up his tablet to connect to his home Wi-Fi and search the case online to see if there was anything new. He stopped before he even powered it on and tossed the tablet onto the couch. “Don’t be dumb.”
Evan had been using the tablet only in places with free public Wi-Fi.
He had zero apps installed, and nothing in the tablet would give away his identity.
It had never been connected to his home internet.
Evan planned to keep it that way. If the cops ever came calling, he could simply destroy the tablet or toss it into a pond or lake, and that would be the end of it—it would never be traced to him.
He pressed his head into the couch cushions, deep in thought.
He wondered if they were even still investigating the murder.
Evan had noticed that whatever feelings he’d been having had faded with the lack of news coverage.
He might have simply gotten away with the crime, and the thought of that did nothing for him.
Evan pushed up from the couch. He needed to get back to work—not to his work at the furniture store but to his plans for the body currently lying on his kitchen floor.
While he hadn’t planned to kill again, it was the only thing he could think of to reignite the investigation—and the feelings that had been stirring inside of him a few weeks before.