The truth is I hurt people. It's what I do. It's all I do. It's all I've ever done.
He lives on your street, in a nice house with a tidy garden.
He shops at your local supermarket. He drives beside you on the highway, waving to let you into the lane ahead of him.
He also has an elaborate cage in a secret basement under his garage.
The food he's carefully shopping for is to feed a young woman he's holding there against her willone in a string of many, unaware of the fate that awaits her.
This is how it's been for a long time. It's normaland it works. Perfectly.
But this time it's different