Chapter 129: THE MYSTERY DETECTIVE

He turned off the television. The news about a copycat killer posing as him was infuriating. At least this idiot hadn't copied his bloody signature trademark at the crime scene.

Mulling it over in his mind had him suddenly grinning because the dumb law enforcers were more interested in eating donuts than catching him. But that was okay, their stupidity kept him in the spotlight . . . and everyone knew how much he loved the spotlight. Just the thought had him rubbing his crotch. He stopped abruptly. Without having her there, it was not the same thing.

"Soon," he said aloud, "very soon, Amy."

Zipping his jacket, he exited his apartment and barreled down the back stairs with excitement. This copycat guy gave him all the incentive he needed to get back into the game and his beautiful Amy was at the top of his list.