Lyla
I watched my prey as he sat alone on a bench. He was watching his prey. I watched the woman laugh as she sketched in the park. She reminded me of my aunt Lia. Except she did caricature sketches. People paid her to overexaggerate their features, and she drew instead of painted like my aunt Lia.
The man that was watching her came across Hanna’s desk last week. His little sister, a minor of sixteen, found some strange things in his home while she was house sitting and snooping around her big brother's house. She contacted their father and the father needed him discreetly taken care of so the stocks in his business would not drop. If the public knew he had a son that was a serial killer, it would destroy everything he had worked for, and he had a daughter he needed to protect and
