I turned my head. I saw a boy with tall brown hair walk into the bar. "Oh my god." I said to myself. "What's wrong?" Matt asked me putting his arm around me. "It's him, he's here." I looked away. "Who?" Matt asked looking around. "It's Cody." I said quietly. It's been two fucking years. I felt sick.

Anyone can be a serial killer. It could be your neighbour, your family, or even those guys who kidnapped you as you were trying to buy a burger.