He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his phone. So, Detective Pepper was his adversary. It was nice that it was now personal, just the way he liked it.
It had been a while now since the last girl, and he felt himself getting itchy. He knew they were watching, but he could find a way around that easily enough. He walked over and opened the jug of bleach sitting on the shelf. He breathed in, the sharp fumes penetrating his senses like a knife. He put the lid back on and his eyes immediately shifted to the empty bed, a smile coming over his face.