Sitting at home was boring, and who knew what the boredom would lead to. We did sit and watch the news when we got home, which was the first I heard about the missing boy. A sad occasion, especially so soon after another was found murdered in the same town. “Police believe the same person may be behind both cases, but no more information has been released at this time,” the middle-aged reporter was saying. “That’s so sad.” Suzette looked at me. “Why would anyone want to hurt those boys?” she asked innocently. I shook my head sadly. “I can’t imagine. But the police will find the person responsible, don’t worry.” If they did find me, she would have to worry. But I wasn’t too concerned. So far there wasn’t even a sniff at the door by a cop, and I didn’t think the situation would change anytime soon. Unless I found myself unable to continue this charade, which was becoming increasingly more likely, I would be safe from discovery.
