Page 39 of The Serial Killer’s Sister (The Serial Killer’s Daughter #3)

MAY

This year

Acid churned in his stomach. The build-up of tension, anticipation and excitement all mixed together and he knew it was all about to come to a head. The grand finale was drawing closer. So close, he could smell it; taste it. Truth. Revenge. Justice.

He inhaled deeply through his nose, tilting his head to the sky, then released the breath slowly through pursed lips, controlling it until his lungs were empty.

He continued this circular breathing technique until his pulse was slow and steady, countering the adrenaline rush that had swept through his system when thinking about the day’s goals.

May the 13th.

Today was the day he’d carry out his sixth murder.

The one this had all been for. He’d considered that it might be his last, too.

But that would depend. He was prepared for a number of eventualities.

Further deaths could well be necessary. He checked the time and mentally prepared himself for the next step.

Tick, tock.