The Last Chapter Killer
“No. No. No.” I stared at the TV as my chest tightened. “I never touched Bart Rexley. I never even met the guy. This wasn’t mine. I didn’t kill men!” I shouted, grabbing the remote and throwing it across the room.
“They’re blaming me.” I paced, gripping my head. “I didn’t write this chapter.”
This copycat was invading my territory, as if they were declaring a war. I’d spent years crafting an identity no one could see, trace, or define. And now, some fucking stranger walked into my story and wrote his name all over it, again.
This needed to stop. I needed to find out who was responsible for this. But how? It could be anyone in Key West. Fuck!
I went to my secret room and unlocked the door.
I stood in the doorway and stared at the woman chained to the wall.
She was filthy and needed cleaning up. I grabbed a bucket from the corner, filled it with body wash and water, and grabbed a loofah from the hook.
Walking over to her, I sat down and began to wash her.
She struggled. She tried to get away from me. But she couldn’t.
“Now, now. Be a good girl. You don’t want to be filthy when the police discover you, do you?
You must look perfect. This is how your last chapter ends.
This is how you’ll always be remembered.
” I took my hand and ran it down her hair.
“I’m doing you a favor. You should be thanking me.
” I smiled. “Nothing beautiful lasts forever. But you will.”
After I finished cleaning her up, I walked out of the room and shut the door. I had planned to deliver her fate tomorrow. But now with that copycat on the loose, I’d have to wait. Two bodies in a couple of days was too risky.