Epilogue
The killer watched the bitter city's lamps. He wore grey gloves on his hands; he remembered Ann Arbor, which was serene, it wasn't like Detroit, which was the American state's car hub. He breathed in and out; he walked to the University of Michigan, and he knew where his victims lived. Or went too. He had read about the killers across America, like the Zodiac Killer in California, and San Francisco. He brought a new warm sweater, blue flared jeans, a black belt, green and red socks, as well as grey hunting boots. 393Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvVORxaotOT
He checked his watch. 393Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjTEGVfTmSX
It was 10:00 AM.393Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQteVXZd8tO
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