I 'saw' the killer.
It was a cold night in New York.
The killer looked at me.
'It's no use, Cassidy'.
'You know my name...how'.
'A lot of people are of the night, like you are...and me. Night People are frowned upon in society. We demand to be honored; we demand to kill those who feel threatened'.
'But why do you kill the sorority girls?', I asked.
'It was easy. Of course, you're psychic', he answered.
'What's your name?'.
'Edward Oliver'.
'Edward Oliver. My ex-boyfriend's name was Edward'.
'No, shit! Look, I am too bemused by this agenda. If it's an agenda. I don't know. Of course, over time, you're going to die, Cassidy'.
'No, I won't. I got a knife'.
I stabbed the killer in the left hand.
Blood spilled from the deep, flesh wound.
'Bitch!', Edward Oliver vented his rage.
I called 9-1-1.
And, within four minutes, thirty New York Police Officers, and Sheriff Ted Payton, 55, arrived at my house.
~~~
Natalie appeared.
The sound of gunshots disturbed the night.
'Get down!'.
I heard the sound of rapid gunfire.
And the killer was dead.
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The Night People of Lower Manhattan 2 A novel
HorrorNew York, 1982 Cassidy can still 'see' the killer in the city that never sleeps. When her life is in grave danger, she takes control of the situation.
