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bellowed the name Jake Wiley. With a smile to the guard and a friendly touch to his biceps, Kate started to walk to the room, but turned around and spoke to the guard again, saying, “You know, there is something very sexy about a man whose biceps are bigger than my thighs.” The guard flinched for a moment and asked if she wanted to be disturbed. She quickly answered,
    “Only if no one shows up, and then only by you.” She winked at him as she entered the room with a grin on her face, thinking how anxious the guard would be for the next few minutes.
    Inside the room, two sofas, a long black sectional, a coffee table with fruit, and a large flat-screen TV complemented the music system that included Bose speakers. Kate looked through the selections and dimmed the lights as a song from a group called Mystic Strangers started playing through the speakers. She closed her eyes as she moved her hands and body to the music. The young woman took her shoes off and unbuttoned her blouse, as the intense song was getting her aroused. She raised her hands in the air as the song lyrics said, “Never ask why, just be ready when it's time to die.” With her eyes closed and a sexy grin on her face, a pillowcase came over her head as she started screaming.
    The song and the pillowcase drowned out her voice as her body fell to the floor. The assailant put his hand over the pillowcase to speed up the process and finally punched the young woman in the stomach to weaken her fight. The young woman fought hard to resist but could not breathe. The assailant became more excited and aggressive as Kate raised her legs to try and fight him off, and the pain she was experiencing excited him. His hands pressed harder against the pillowcase as her hands reached for his hair. He could feel her desperation to stay alive, and it made him stronger to feel her lose life. Within a couple minutes it was over. Kate was placed on the sofa with her blouse half undone. Her body was positioned to make it look like she was sleeping. As she lay there, the killer moved in closer and kissed the dead woman's lips and then her forehead while leaving a folded piece of paper in her hand before walking away.
    After the murderer opened the door with his gloves, he would look for a chance to walk away when the guard was distracted. Two minutes seemed like forever, when finally the guard's cell phone vibrated with a text. As his eyes went down to the cell, the assailant put on a baseball hat. Inside the hat was cloth that he pulled out and it came down as a black mask. It covered his head completely except for the eyes and mouth. The club was so crowded no one paid attention to him. When he got outside he moved the fabric inside the hat as he walked into the darkness of the night.
    It was fifteen minutes later when the guard realized that no one had entered the room with the woman who found his biceps sexy. He walked in and smiled as he saw Kate Summers sleeping on the couch with those thin thighs. He turned the knob to lock the door, approached the couch, and noticed there was a piece of paper folded, lying in her hand. He picked it up and opened it, and it said in cut-out letters, If I can’t have you, no one will. Bruce Roberts, a strong, muscled man, looked at Kate Summers and feared the worst. He checked her pulse, then stepped back so fast in horror that his leg hit the coffee table and he fell on top of it as it smashed to the floor with the weight of his body. He was injured with glass cuts and going into shock as he reached into his pants and pushed 9-1-1. He passed out before he could say anything, but the operator began tracking his phone. Within ten minutes there were cops and medics at the scene treating the startled guard.
    Detective William O'Malley stared at Bruce Roberts as he was being treated in the room, and went up into his face. “You are in a world of shit, my friend.”
    “Wait,” the guard said, “I didn't touch the girl.”
    O'Malley answered,