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local early morning news, it seemed someone had finally reported Paul missing. Officially, it had been 48 hours since he was last seen.
The news report yielded no known leads. They knew that he was at a bar the night he disappeared but there were no witnesses that could attest to his whereabouts after he left the tavern. Typical. People didn’t tend to care when men went out alone. People always assumed men were fine on their own. That was no longer a general truth. Thanks to yours truly.
Yet, someone definitely saw something. The police were depending on any eye witnesses coming forward with information. Since no body had been found as of yet, it was still technically a missing person's case. It would most likely stay that way for the foreseeable future as I clearly remembered burning his body to a crisp at that beautiful bonfire. It was such a sight. I visualized killing Paul again and it brought a smile to my face. I took in a deep breathe. I lived for moments like that.
I could only hope that the one eye witness that could possibly exist would keep their mouth shut. My life depended on it, quite literally.  They wouldn't be able to tie me to any of the other murders I committed for those bodies were long gone by now. The memories of all of their last living moments lived on only within the realm of my mind. Their beautifully sliced bones would forever remain scattered across the state of New Jersey.
But this most recent kill was still fresh. The freshness of it all was the real concern. DNA was still usable and any amount of trace could be found. The more time that lapsed the better shape I was in. That much I knew. But everything else was up in the air.
Frustration consumed me once more. I had never been in a position beyond my control. This could very well be my undoing. Not knowing what the next steps were would prove difficult for me. Every move up until now was so precise, so exact. The situation unfolding before me was uncharted territory.
Any further actions had to be planned with exact precision from here on out. There would be no more late night excursions. I needed the facade of normalcy for the immediate future. I would need to keep my eyes peeled for anyone or anything out of the ordinary.
Whoever had seen me that night, not only saw what I did, but knew where I lived. They had enough to end me in any which way they deemed appropriate. I could not give them the satisfaction of allowing them the knowledge that they'd rattled my cage. Whenever they came back, and they would come back, I had to be ready.
That's when I heard the tiniest shuffle behind my apartment door. It wasn't a knock, or even a rasp. Obviously, the person came unannounced and wanted to remain unnoticed. Instinct initially led me to the door to see who was there but I quickly shot in the opposite direction.
I peered out of my second story living room window. A slow drizzle had started to fall turning the sky a dull gray. A man appeared wearing a black hoodie. He sludged on through the wet sidewalk inconspicuously. Each step took him further and further away. I watched anxiously for a glimpse at his face but his hoodie provided the perfect cover. I couldn't see much else and as quickly as he had appeared, he turned the corner and he was gone. I dashed to the door and right there just as it was before, was yet another big black envelope.

Chapter 9

The envelope sat on my counter top taunting me as I boiled water to make tea. Coffee was preferable, especially under the circumstances but all I had was water and a few tea bags. It would have to do for now. This had less to do with being thirsty and more to do with keeping these hands busy.
I sat there staring at the envelope as if it would provide me with the meaning of life. Fear prevented me from tearing it to shreds in order to read its contents. Curiosity, on the other hand, seemed to take over and before I could talk myself out of it once more I opened it and inside was another