Everyone links me to 33 deaths. But there were 34. My last one I learned how to get rid of my evidence better. I dropped the body in a vat of fluoroantimonic acid. That's when I got caught by the police. They found my hideout, but I was already leaving at that point. They can't pin that murder on me. They just think he's missing.
I was woken up by a call from Lane. I answered, and heard him crying. "Gary. I need you. Please." I started getting my shoes on and grabbed my keys. He was sobbing and he could barely breathe. I think he was having a panic attack. I rushed out of the hotel, trying to calm him down enough to make it until I got to him. I was already on the road when I realized I didn't know where he lived. "What's your address?" I pulled over into a gas station and went over to Google maps. He told me slowly and I typed it in as he said it.
I was at his house in ten minutes. It was 2 am so there was almost no traffic. He answered the door and once I was inside he hugged me tightly. I saw his binder hanging on the back of a chair in the dining room. "Lane what's wrong?" I brought him into the living room and we sat on the couch. He told me about an encounter he had with someone in Target and I realized that I never wanted to hurt someone so bad. I shook my head and pushed him back so he could look at me. "You are the most amazing human I have ever met. You deserve so much better than you have. That woman has no clue what she's talking about. You are a man through and through." He nodded and smiled slightly. "Thank you" I nodded. We watched a movie and fell asleep on the couch. When we first laid down, he took off one of his legs. That explains why he wasn't hurt the other day.
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Where Is He
General Fiction"I can't be alone again. I have to find him." In a world where you can't harm your soulmate, not even accidentally, Gary Adams is searching for his love. He has become a serial killer in order to find his true love and settle down. He has tracked hi...
