Chapter 7
Jenny cursed as she stubbed her toe jumping from the doorway to the bed.
“Damn that hurt.”
She rubbed the throbbing foot as she searched the darkness for anything crawling out from under the bed. She hated getting up in the middle of the night; some fears just never went away. The killer patted around until she grazed the cool plastic of the remote.
Click.
The blue electric glow filled the room and burned her retinas. Jenny hadn’t been sleeping well since the police had determined that the same weapon was used at both murders.
“They know it is one killer. It won’t take them long to get a profile. They could be closing in on me right now.” Figment jumped beside her and nuzzled her arm for attention.
Jenny petted the feline reflexively. Her mind was wondering if she could find a way to get involved in the case without drawing too much attention. She shook the thought into the nether.
“Too risky. I’ll just have to stick with checking the news and being careful.” She told her furry companion. “I need to stay out of jail so I can take good care of you, Figment. Don’t I? Of course, I could always call Officer Handsome. But one should never mix business with pleasure.”
The murderer rubbed her forehead against the cat’s and poked his nose. He purred and chewed on her fingertips as she thought about the weeks since her last conquest.
“I’m not really sure which would be the pleasure in that particular scenario, but I do know that would be a fast way to get caught.”
The feel of her weapon driving though the resistance of his skull. The way his eyes quivered as he recognized her in his last moments. The fear. The discovery that she was in complete control of him. Jenny let the memory wash over her. She looked at the low bookshelf by her bed.
The stone and receipt were still there. Her prizes. Jenny lifted the stone off the receipt and stroked its smooth surface. Figment protested and she put it back in its place before scratching the cat’s chin.
“Never mind. I know which one would be the pleasure part. Still...”
The killer let her mind wander as she dozed back to sleep under a cat and a blanket of infomercial illumination.