A/N Chapter 3 is up.
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI: Miami I would be on vacation in the Bahamas.
I sit back and watch the CSI's work for a while before I leave. As I drive off I
check my watch, CRAP, I'm going to be late for work. I speed up and head to my
job at the Home Depot. One good thing about working at a hardware store is that
I get all my tools at a discounted price. No one questions it when I buy chains and
rope because I have a reputation as a do it yourself kind of person. "Hey, I was
wondering when you would get here, we got a lawnmower that needs to be
repaired." "No promlem Mr. Granger, I'll get right on it." My boss, Mr. Granger, is
one of those guys who is always happy and sees the good on everyone, huh if only
he knew. I quickly repair the lawnmower with ease. I love working with my hands.
I finish up my shift and head out. When I arrive at home, I go to the kitchen and
prepare lasagna for dinner. Just because I'm a serial killer doesn't mean I can't
cook. I grab my pasta and settle down in front of the TV. After watching a
pointless soap opera, I open my photo album. Sighing, I look at the picture of
Arianna. I miss her so much.
A/N I will try to put Arianna in the next chapter.