Author's Note: Sorry in advance as this chapter will be very, very short. And to avoid any confusion this chapter focuses on the killer. Adieu!
Chapter Three: The Crusader
A man stands by the bar in the very loud night club by himself. He is about six foot one and very thin. He has a wiry strength about him though. His white blond hair makes him stand out in the crowd and his handsome features turn more than a few heads. He feigns interest in a couple of the dancers but moves away from them afterwards. Their not his type.
At age twenty-nine, Michael Talivaldis, looked about twenty-one or two. He only wears a black shirt and slacks with black boots. His emerald green eyes move to a woman who looks like she is about to pass out on her table. There are several lines of a fine white powder from which her male companions are sniffing greedily at next to her. He moves to a small niche and waits till she makes her way to the door. He has been watching this woman for about two weeks now. He knows she will go out into the parking lot and sleep in her car until the effects of the drug wear off. She wears the kind of trashy glow-in-the-dark jewelry that one can find at any cheap department store and her clothes are reminiscent of a prostitute.
He follows her out and makes sure no one sees him.
She doesn't make it to her car this time...
