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complete control of this idiot's destiny, and it felt amazing. More amazing than he could've imagined. He would do this, and it'd be so easy.
    "The lines are long, but I don't care. When it is my turn for lunch, I just put up the ‘Line Closed’ sign and get my things. It's so great. It pisses people off all the time."
    His large, gloved hands encircled her throat before she could scream. Her body jerked backward and she struggled, kicking her legs in midair.
    He couldn't have waited any longer. The more she spoke, the more he'd wanted her dead.
    She fought for freedom, grabbed his wrists with her hands, but it was no use. He was much stronger. He carried her, by her throat, off the trail and into the dark woods.
    "I waited an hour on that line, bitch!” He squeezed tighter, and she blinked her eyes “You know me. You saw me before. I waited on that line for a half hour, and you had no consideration for that. You'll die now, and no one will give a shit."
    The words were empowering. His grip on his prey helped alleviate the rage. It was intoxicating, and he didn't want the feeling to end. He wanted her to suffer, and he wished there were others around to share in the satisfaction of causing the cashier pain.
    She fell to the ground, coughing, scratching at the dirt, the leaves, anything to help her crawl faster. Not a chance. He gracefully straddled one leg over her while the other he place against her back. He grabbed her neck in the well-practiced, strategic hold from behind. A twist and a snap and she was dead. The pleasure of killing her satisfied the hunger inside him.
    The sensation of achievement traveled through his bloodstream. He wanted to cheer, to yell triumphantly, but he knew he couldn't. The celebration would have to wait until he got home. He gave a push against her limp body, confident he broke her spine and her neck, ensuring she would not survive.
    Getting up, he walked toward the black, paved walkway, while placing his gloves into his pocket. He looked around the area. Not a soul in sight. Glancing at the tall apartment buildings across the way, he was certain no one had seen him walking with the woman.
    He'd trained for this.
    All the hard work and physical training for his job had come in handy. His fingers were like vice grips, his body rock solid and in perfect physical condition. He never felt so alive, and he relished in the thoughts of what had just taken place. The shaky, nervous feelings he'd had all day were a waste of time.
    He stared at his hands as he approached the brightly lit street. Cars zoomed down the highway, pedestrians hurried home. He had the power to control his destiny, to control life itself. The chills ran through his body, along with feelings of being invincible.
    The smile formed on his face. “This is only the beginning."
* * * *
    "Can you believe just a week ago I was sitting on the beach, down at the Jersey shore, enjoying my last day off?” Diana shook her head and watched the people gathering near the crime scene. Two patrol officers pushed people back and posted yellow crime scene tape around the area. Other cops placed traffic barricades.
    Diana and Jerry just received the radio call and were in the area.
    "Hold on to those happy thoughts. The Hawaiian Islands are calling you.” Her partner eased the unmarked police car between some pedestrians and a patrol car.
    She and Jerry made their way through the crowd and found the first responding officer.
    "Detectives, this is what I have so far.” The patrol officer gave a rundown of the victim and the person who reported the body. He filled them in on the time of the call, the location the call came from, and the steps taken by himself and the first officer on the scene.
    "Good job, Officer Guido. Do you have a name of the person who reported the body?” Jerry said.
    "No, sir. The dispatcher told us that the caller claimed to be the one responsible."
    Diana's eyes widened.
    "The person who killed her called it in?”