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Chapter Twelve
Harold Dunn stared up at the second floor of Dallas’s garden home and cursed himself. He had been sloppy with the Hall girl, leaving evidence behind for the police to link him to the murder. Leaving his victim alive had been something he couldn’t avoid, though. The other bitch, Allison Fraser, had almost caught him. She looked right at him when he boarded the fire escape out of their apartment. Thankfully, he hadn’t registered in her brain.
He needed to kill the lezzie. She wasn’t making it easy for him. He snorted. The woman must have a horseshoe up her ass. Every time he got close to her, someone or something intruded. Like tonight, for instance. She’d stood a hair breath away from him and just when he was about to make his move, the strange fella with the monster truck showed up.
His first kill had been…he couldn’t remember her name, not that it mattered. He hated all lesbians, fruits, too, but he harbored a particularly nasty hatred for Katie. She didn’t need to turn down her nose at him when he asked her for a dance the night at The Sugar Shack.
It was only a matter of time before the police came to arrest him, he knew. That would be a damn shame since he had put such forethought in the other killings and covered his tracks so well. If he was unable to fulfill the promise to himself that everyone responsible for depriving him of his rightful fortune would pay with their lives would be a travesty.
He thought over the events of the night. What was it with the Dallas woman? Who was she and what was she doing with a nine millimeter? That’s some mean firepower to carry for protection. The gun appeared an extension of her arm she seemed so accustomed to handling the weapon and who was the guy she called Noah? He looked vaguely familiar. Harold was sure he’d seen him someplace before.
Where?
The guy had almost caught him in his hiding place in the bushes. Lucky for him the floppy-eared varmint ventured near at the time. He had to practically shove the damn rabbit in the jerk’s hands for God’s sake, the man was so stupid.
Yes! That’s where he knew him. Noah was one of Bracebridge’s finest, but obviously not the brightest.