Chapter 8

“I don’t think of myself like that.” Matthew offered the opinion in between bites. “I just do what I have to.”

“Kill people.”

“I already told you. He wasn’t human.”

“He sure looked human.”

“Monsters always do.” When he reached for his glass of water, his hand shook. “Consider yourself lucky you can’t see them like I can.”

The more he spoke, the more convinced Calvin became that Matthew was some kind of social worker on a mission. He was privy to people’s deepest, darkest secrets. He had broken under the strain, deciding that the only way to truly help them was to rid the world of their perversions.