Chapter 12

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The killer sat at home looking through her pictures.  She was feeling anxious and she knew the cure for that, she needed to choose.
"So many dysfunctional families so little time!" She exclaimed gleefully.
There was no fear of the police putting any clues together that would implicate her, she had been too careful. The best thing she had going for her was the fact that she was female. Who would suspect a woman would actually pull off these murders? She knew that females made up only a small percentage of all killers, especially those as prolific as she'd become. Plus there was the scene's she had created, who would believe that little old her would be able to move three dead bodies and stage them all by herself. It was amazing how strong she became in the heat of the moment, it even shocked her.
    "Enough reminiscing." She shouted at herself. "Living in the past is unhealthy, there is work to be done."
    Just as in the last two times, she had been following three different families for two weeks. The week before she murdered the Garcia family she began her observation process. She had extensive notes of the families habits and routines. She already knew the layouts of their homes and had a rough idea of how she would stage the scene for the police to find. She knew it was dangerous to keep such incriminating evidence but it was also part of the thrill. As was taking all the photos from the family who became her victims but she didn't care, she would never be caught.
    "Hmm, which will it be?" She said in a sing songs voice. "The Ross family, the Clarkson family or the Hart family? All such deserving families yet only one shall be my next masterpiece. Which lucky family will it be?"
    After shuffling the pictures around for a little while longer she sighed and closed her eyes. She waved her hand over the assorted pictures, like a game of Russian roulette, leaving the fate of these three families to chance. After choosing one photo she held it up and an evil grin crossed her face as she opened her eyes.
    "Excellent!" She said with a laugh. "Bet you won't see this one coming Detective Morris! I'm off to Muskego, wonder if they will let you know Ashlee. Can you catch me if I keep changing cities?"

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