The Wire In The Blood

Murder was like magic, he thought. The quickness of his hand always deceived the eye, and that was how it was going to stay. He was like the postman delivering to a house where afterwards they would swear there had been no callers. This was the knowledge that was lodged in his being like a pacemaker in a heart patient. Without the power of his magic he'd be dead. Or as good as. He knew just from looking at her that she would be the next. Even before the eye contact, he knew. There had always been a very particular.

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