“Well, we know what happened between you and we think it would make a lot of sense, and be in everyone’s best interest, if you disassociated yourself from him. He’s got his place in the world and you’re not meant to be there with him, you understand me?” Abi’s jaw was set. “Get my money.” George bowed slightly and left the book shop, leaving Abi to simply stand there, staring at nothing as a tear rolled down her cheek.
November 14th, 2011
Abigail did not embark on her killing spree immediately or half-cocked. She drove east to the next city over, Bethlehem. She had one thing against Bethlehem: its name. She didn’t like being reminded of Christ at all anymore, ever since Elijah left her. Still, it could be worse. It could have been raining. She parked in at a Waffle House and examined the list in her hand, the car heater keeping her warm. It was quite cold outside, being Pennsylvania and winter. Her first target, she decided, was going to be the geographically closest person she did not know. Abi wanted to start with someone she didn’t know to get herself warmed up to the idea of killing again. She’d only killed three people before, on two separate occasions, and each face haunted her. She figured a sniper shot to the back would prevent the first victim from haunting her. Then she had a better idea. “I’ll hire a mugger to do it,” she mumbled, smiling at her ingenuity. “Then I’ll off the mugger.”