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own wicked step mother. Even though he’d loved Helen as though she was his mother after his real mother had left them, he knew what he had to do. He was already thinking of the ways he could make it up to her apartment. Even with the police crawling around there was no way he was going to let her get away with causing him to lose the only thing that could have caused him pleasure. He knew she’d been the one to throw the lamp. It was impossible not to know. What a stupid woman. He had seen her shadow in the window and instantly had known it was her. He remembered which window it was. It was the window on the second floor, two apartments in. It was a window he’d often sat at watching the birds on the roof of the store opposite of the building.
 
                   Pulling his hood further over his face to conceal his identity, he walked forward and around the crime scene. Pushing through the crowds of people that had gathered as soon as the police sirens had gone off, he headed straight for the boarded up door of the apartment building, slipping straight past Helen and Detective Miller. He kept his face turned away from them and ran up the stairs toward Helen’s apartment as he heard them coming through the building’s front door.
 
                 As he reached apartment 2B where Helen lived, he reached out and gripped the handle. He laughed as the handle twisted and the door swung open. The room behind was disgusting. It reminded him of his childhood and made him shudder. Although it was filthy he was relieved to smell the scent of smoke instead of the acrid smell of alcohol that would have greeted him had he still lived her with his father and step mother. Having known the apartment he knew exactly where everything was and he headed straight for the small bedroom as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind him.  
 
                  He stood in the bedroom with his ear pressed against the door listened to the whole conversation. Throughout the whole thing he wanted nothing more than he reveal himself and jam his knife down Helen's throat just to stop her from talking. The only thing that stopped him was knowing that if he did it would all be over. He would no longer be the centre of attention. He would no longer hold all the power in his hands. He had to wait. Had to bide his time. He could do nothing but listen to Helen giving his secrets away as he waited to remove himself from the disgusting stench of that apartment. 
 
                 When the detective finally left, leaving Helen with a card to call on with if she thought of anything that might help his investigation, he finally had his chance. He had lost his last victim but he would not lose his next. He had thought of harming Helen but as he’d stood listening to their conversation he’d come up with a better plan. All he had to do was get out of there.
                 He was about to creep toward the bedroom win dow and sneak out when he realized it was too late. Helen had already seen the detective out and was heading right in his direction. Holding his breath, he forced himself back against the wall, desperate to stay hidden behind the door.
 
                The relief of not being found was exhilarating as he watched her leave the room. A few moments later he heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and shutting behind her. He held his breath for a few more seconds as he waited to see if she’d come back.
 
                 Letting out a long breath, he rushed from the bedroom and out of the front door, slamming straight into the oncoming traffic of a group of hooded men. He pushed his way through the group with his face turned toward the floor. The men yelled in anger as he forced his way through them. He felt bile churning in his stomach as he smelled the alcohol that poured off them in waves. It only made him quicker to escape.