Dean let this one scream. She lived out in the countryside and there was no fear of any neighbors hearing her. He held her from behind like with the last two and she screamed beautifully and loudly while fighting against him.
"Ssh!" He shushed her. "It'll all be over soon."
He ran the knife over her throat but she continued to fight him despite her life leaving her. He got her down on her knees but she wouldn't give up. In one final desperate act he thrust the knife into her chest. He must have hit her heart because she went still instantly.
"That's better," he lowered her down completely. "Fuck! I didn't mean to be this violent. No more fear though. No more fear and no more pain."
He hadn't felt this sorry since Lana. This one had been fighting too much, making him mess up his newly found method. A method he had loved until this moment. Now it seemed messy and made him look like a beginner again. He didn't like that feeling. He had been getting good at his work.
"Not fair!" He gritted his teeth. "Not fucking fair you did that! Why couldn't you just have played along like a good girl?"
He yanked the knife out of her chest before digging his fingers into her wounds. He tore at her flesh. He was angry again, more angry than he had felt for a long time.
"Another blonde," Randy said. "Do you think he missed them?"
"Her name was Charlotte," Laura said. "She was an author and a pretty well known one. This is gonna blow up in the news way more than the others did."
He sighed. They had looked into the supermarket theory but couldn't find anything indicating the first three victims shopped in the supermarket chain that Peyton had owned. They were back to square one.
"What do they have in common other than being women?" He asked.
"White women," she corrected him. "Maybe he doesn't like that skin color."
"A racist," he said. "Wouldn't be the first time. Far from."
"He stopped begging though," she said.
They both looked at the words "Stop me" on the wall.
"He still wants us to stop him," he said.
"But he doesn't say please," she said. "And look at how he took care of her. The throat, the stab wound and the mutilation of her flesh. He was angry again. I bet you this one fought back more than the others."
"Angry people mess up more often," he said.
"Angry people don't give a fuck," she said.