TODAY - ONLY!
It takes a true artist to pursue his victims in the art of seduction, and Stowy Jenkins is no exception, especially with blood as his medium.
Trick or Treat
When Sandra finally appeared in a hooded parka, he sat up and smiled. A backpack hung from her shoulder, and she was half carrying, half dragging a bag of garbage.
That’s it. Come to poppa. Luck is mine tonight. Stone exited his truck as quiet as a cat ready to pounce on his prey.
She lifted the heavy lid and pushed the bag inside the dumpster, and he plunged the hypodermic into her arm before she took another breath. It should have worked immediately. He expected her to fall into his arms, but Sandra swung around and walloped him with her backpack. Damned thick parkas!
He shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears and smashed his fist into her face.