Chapter 25 - Chapter 24

# Chapter 24
THE BRIDGE KILLER

I picked this walkway bridge in Tulbagh for the poor lighting. Most of the lampposts lining the sanded pathway don't work; their bulbs are reduced to jagged pieces of glass. My guess is that bored kids have played target practice with stones. It's also freezing cold and icy. No one is likely to come for a stroll this late at night.

Either way, it's the perfect place to prepare my latest art piece. She was a bitch, refusing to get into my car. That's the hardest part of the hunt, convincing them that I don't pose a threat. I'm good-looking, not like those old, balding men with beer guts, so it's easy enough to flirt my way past their instincts. But this one. She was about to fucking bolt on me.

I had to wrestle her into the car, which isn't ideal when you're in a public place.

The only reason she didn't run away like a scared rabbit the moment I parked was because of the Glock in my hand. I don't ever use it to kill my victims. No one becomes a notorious killer and a household name by using a gun.

Guns are for passion killings. This isn't it. I carefully plan my killings beforehand, picking out the optimum place to display their bodies and spending countless hours visualising my masterpiece. How to best burn an image into people's minds.