Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
The Puzzler was looking for “her”—the one who would rise above the rest. There were women who came close, but they weren’t “her.” He had planned for many years, put up with the world and the way it operated.
Recently, he had invented and shaped his destiny.
Some would call him a type of Frankenstein, but he was so much more intelligent than that absurd story.
He didn’t want pieces knitted together—he wanted to find that one special woman and he had to study the others in order to do that.
It excited the man and made him want to do so much more—to be in control.
He had always felt he wasn’t like others, even when he was a child.
Life confused him. He didn’t feel pain, fear, sympathy, anguish, or any empathy toward others.
The only thing his parents did for him was leave him this property and its structures—where he created his own heaven.