![]() Where does all the blood go, Curran wondered as he ducked back inside the nightclub. The red cinder died as it touched the water and got swept away into the storm drain. Beat cops corralled drunken clubgoers while thick yellow police tape drew the attention of every news cameraman in town.Ĭurran took a final drag on his cigarette and tossed it into the gutter. Streetlights and multi-colored neon signs cast weird shadows that bounced off of limousines and nightclub fronts. He imagined the water running off the cracked sidewalks could just as easily be the blood of all the victims of every killer he'd ever stalked. ![]() The city always looked different after someone had been killed.Īt least, that's what Curran thought as he stood on the rain-slicked street enveloped by a cold mist and cigarette smoke. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. ![]() If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. ![]() This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. ![]() This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. ![]()
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