"Well, I must be going," he tells Murk as he slips his bowie knife into a hidden hoister under his jacket.
"Someplace people call the undergrounds," he equips a duffle bag around his chest filled with assortments of tools, and weapons. "I've a meeting with a certain high-stepping haughty girl that I've been planning for weeks." Jesse gets a approving nod from Murk, then he departs into the night.
Jesse a completely rational person, and he is well aware of the consequences of his actions, and more importantly, the penalties that he face if caught. The publics general conception of a serial killer is that of their being a maniac, when in fact nothing could be further from the truth. It isn't as clear cut as it appears on the surface.
He'd been killing women regularly for many years, and yet the police have not one speck in regard to his identity, because he plans his killings with a minute attention to detail. Sometimes It takes weeks for him to choose his victims.
Then he familiarize himself with their daily routine for many more weeks before choosing the time and place to strike. He never reject any possibility of error, no matter how small. He never kills when there is the slightest possibility of his being suspected or interrupted. He has no preference regarding nationality, age, or height, but they must be considered beautiful. Beautiful girls or women are invariably arrogant, and it is their arrogance which first attracts his attention. He revels in erasing the arrogance from their person, especially when they awaken to find themselves stripped, bound and gagged. Oh yes, they certainly lose their air of arrogance then! The look in their eyes when they realize that they are completely helpless. That their beauty and wealth play no part in their bargaining position. That he, and him alone will be the decision maker as to whether they should live or die. He knows for a certainty that they are about to die, but they with their unshakable arrogance, are convinced that they can make him change his mind. He sits before them and marvel at their attempts to persuade him to let them go...their assurances that they will tell no-one as to what has taken place here, and so on and so forth.
Don't they know how many times he has listened to the inane pleadings of his previous victims?
Don't they ever read what he and his kind do to people like them?
No, their pleadings will in no way weaken his resolve to kill them.
He has honed his craft over many years, and you can be assured that most of the many missing women's pictures that are displayed in local constabulary are not those of missing women, but of dead women.
He knows exactly what he is, and why he does what he does.
If the police were just half as good as the public think they are he would have been caught many times, but they are not, so he remains free to go on his merry way.
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