Mary, Mary
Chapter One
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, the Storyteller thought to himself, and couldn't
hold back a dizzying rush of anticipation. The truth was that
ordinary people committed perfect crimes and perfect murders all the
time. But you didn't hear about it for the simple reason that the
killers never got caught.
And neither would he, of course. That was a given in the story he
was about to tell.
Which didn't mean that today wasn't nerve-racking. Actually, this
was the most intense moment in the past couple of insane years for
him. He was ready to kill somebody, a complete stranger, and he had
figured out that New York City was the right place for his first.
It almost happened just outside a basement restroom in
Bloomingdale's, but he didn't feel right about the location.
Too crowded, even at half past ten in the morning.
Too noisy, and yet not noisy enough to provide the proper
distraction.
Plus, he didn't like the idea of trying to escape out onto the
unfamiliar territory of Lexington Avenue, or especially down into
the claustrophobic IRT subway tunnels. When it felt right, he'd kno ... read full excerpt from: Mary, Mary ebook
