*Caterina*
Another man was gone… two good men lost in a month. And though we didn’t even know if he was dead yet, I stayed quiet, my back against the wall as Elio and Franky made arrangements to send his body to Eterna once they recovered it.
Elio was angry, but he didn’t seem as phased by this. Another man had just been lost, and all three of the men were still talking like it was nothing like it happened every day.
This guy, Artem Katz, wasn’t just a psycho. He was a serial killer. Killing wasn’t just his job; he liked it. Serial killers had a time limit, a certain amount of time before they grew impatient and killed again, like an addict searching for their next hit.
Images of Alexi, blood around his body, and an eternal scream etched on his lifeless face, flooded my mind, and of Teo, who I’d only seen through pictures, swollen and beaten. Each of them was discarded like they were trash on the floor.
And now, there was another one.
