Chapter Twenty-Four

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Fraser slipped up. He got too lazy. He wondered how he would have allowed the photo card to wind up in the hands of the person who found the abandoned car.

Fraser was carrying knife and a bottle of Chloroform. He exited the front door of his house and entered his car.

He was feeling edgy now. He was missing the action, the thrill, the rush, and the anticipation. It was hunting season.

Fraser drove through town. He decided to stop at the Boleyn Bridge. He got out of the car and stared at the overpass of the bridge where an old couple wearing similar-looking coats walked past Fraser. He couldn't help but smile as the old lady gazed at him. Fraser nodded at the woman and looked away.

After a few minutes, he got back into his car. This time he crossed over into the northern half of the town. When he stopped, he was at a pub called The Blue Ridge. The placed contained only a bartender and two patrons.

Neither of the three noticed Fraser come in. He sat down at one of the few tables. Eventually, the bartender looked up and saw him. Cleaver nodded.

The bartender quickly stood and came up to Fraser's table. "What will it be sir?"

"A glass of Jameson will do, for now," Fraser told the bartender.

The bartender went to the bar and prepared Fraser's drink. He came back, placed the glass on the table and went back to join the other two men.

Later, Fraser visited the gravesite of Grant's family. He wondered who could have killed Tanya and her daughter. There was a bit of an irony since Fraser himself was a serial killer.

Fraser said a silent prayer. He placed a rose he had purchased in front of the gravestone. He said another silent prayer. He turned and left the graveyard smiling.

He was back in his car. Now he was searching for some action. Most of the town inhabitants choose to remain in their homes. Not much activity was happening due to the fear stemming the string of recent killings.

This, however, wouldn't deter Fraser from finding a potential victim. He decided he'd go a little way west of the town for the rest of the evening and the night.

As he entered a stretch of road Fraser couldn't help but smile again. Hewas hoping this visit would be plentiful.

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