Page 7 of The Truth You Told (Raisa Susanto #2)

The sunlight kisses her skin, just like the blade of my knife does; and the more she screams, the more gentle I become. You thought I would say something different there, did you not Agent Kilkenny? You thought I would cut her deeper, to the bone even, when she cries because I like the way her voice reverberates off the stone walls. Oops. Did I give something away about myself? About my location, or worse, about my personality?

Do I have a personality, Agent Kilkenny? You must know the answer to that, as you say you know so much about me. Respectable, you have called me. At least on the surface. I have a good job, proper manners, a nice smile, maybe. That was in your profile, was it not?

So what lesson should the people of Houston learn? The Alphabet Man is trustworthy, so do not listen to your instincts that tell you someone is safe, harmless, good. Do you find that as ironic as I do?

Why you, why you, why you? I know you must wonder that in the deepest hours of a night as dark as coal. (Just like my heart, right?)

There is a reason, why you.

But it would give away all my secrets to tell you that one.

Why you, why you, why you? If you ever found the answer to that, you might also find me.

And I have spent my whole life making sure no one can ever do that.