The Blonde Butcher

Chapter Ten

I don't know what I'll do if I can't catch this guy. How long will he go on doing this for? If I don't get some leads soon then this case is as good as dead. Sometimes I wish I had a partner, someone to help me theorise and analyse, but I don't. Not many people want to work with me because I work better alone, to be honest. I don't think it's 'cause I'm a woman, I just think it's 'cause I'm a bit of a b*tch. I don't exactly have the best "people skills". One day I just got moody and never really stopped. I always knew I wanted to help people, even though I don't really like them all that much. When you've worked in law enforcement and witnessed these crimes you'd understand why I don't like humans. We're kind of destructive. Everywhere we go, we destroy. When I look at this killer, I realize why I do this. I want to try and end this reign of terror. I want to somehow reduce the amount of bad in this world, however small and ineffective it may seem. I've been studying all the information I have and there's not a lot to go on. Yes, we have witnesses who see just enough to be a witness, but not enough to give us new details. This was until he left us a clue.

"Detective Shawkat,

I assume by now you've realized I do not intend to be a once-off killer. I'm sure you've worked tirelessly trying to find out who I am or what I want. It's quite simple, I want them dead.

I hope Tami's marriage counsellor likes my little display because I did it for him.

I look forward to playing this game with you.

P.S. Did you like my flowers?"

So, it was him. He followed me, he stalked me... The note was typed, therefore we have no handwriting to use as evidence. This note both terrifies and excites me. He's bound to eventually screw up and inadvertently give himself away. This may sound sick, but I'm ready to play.