Book: Inside killer

Rada. Zoe knows how to choose words. I'm glad to talk about the women who were strangled and then embalmed... Just a delight. La la la.

There was a softness in his gaze that she had not noticed before. Or maybe she was just looking for something that she was missing now ...

- You're a good person.
"I just want to rid you of the operating room," Martinez shook.

Subconsciously, many serial killers want to be caught – partly out of guilt, partly out of a desire to gain well-deserved fame.

- Hey. You can stay away from your fame if you want, but I'm going to cash it out. From now on, you can call me Andrea. Can I Get It For Free Bentley.

Tatum drank from a cup; the head and eyes became much better. Blessed drink ... Various people told him that he was drinking too much coffee, that it would not do him any good. From his point of view, all these people were just jealous and annoyed because they drank too little coffee.

- My dick, Tatum. There is my dick next to it, - explained Marvin. - And I'm not going to let him near my cock.

Zoe's room in the motel had two beds. One was covered with folders with documents and photographs, divided into three groups, according to the victims. Zoe herself lay on the other, staring at the ceiling, and hoped that sooner or later the couple in the next room would run out of strength. In website reviews, people usually wrote about the cleanliness of the motels, the quality of the service, or the price. They never mentioned the thin walls and the feeling that the couple in room 13 orgasms right into the ear of the person in room 12.

She pronounced "agent" the way people usually say "ass."

- Damn it, Tatum ... Listen, I don't know why you didn't get up. I didn’t support your proposal because it’s stupid. And any person who has at least a tiny bit of experience in investigating serial murders will tell you this. But yes, you don't have any experience. You got into the OPA because they didn't want to take you anywhere else. So get through your penis size, urinary incontinence, or whatever you're trying to compensate for, and grow up. If you need my support, you have to keep up with me. And I'm moving fast.

Tatum nodded and shook Bernstein's hand. The old man's hand was soft and left Tatum with the impression that he had just crushed a dead fish.

Zoe sat in a chair for visitors at the table. Mancuso sat on the other side, turning the chair sideways. She stared at the aquarium standing at the far wall in deep concentration. Chef Mancuso was a spectacular woman: smooth, almost untouched by age yellowish-brown skin, combed back black hair with silvery-white strands. She sat sideways and the mole on her lip was staring exactly at Zoe.
She looked at the subject of the chief's fascination. The interior of the aquarium often changed, following the whims of Mancuso. Now it resembled a dense forest, clusters of algae stained the water in green and turquoise. Flocks of yellow, orange and lilac fish lazily swam back and forth.
- Something with the fish? Zoe asked.
"Belinda is depressed today," Mancuso mumbled. I think she's angry that Timothy is swimming with Rebecca and Jasmine.
- Well... maybe Timothy just needs a little rest, Zoe suggested.
- Timothy is a bask.

Freckle blinked and yawned, clearly bored. Tatum looked around for the water pistol punishing Freckle's sword, but to no avail. Most likely, the cat broke this thing when Tatum was not at home, as he did with the three previous ones.

Zoe wanted to say something funny. She tried to formulate a witty answer: "Of course, if a sexy Italian is waiting for me in the kitchen." But even to her taste, the joke was not at all funny. Like most of Zoe's jokes, this one died prematurely before her mouth. Wit visited mainly other people, and if it suddenly happened in Zoe, then with a delay of three hours.