He didn’t have a way to light it, and she wasn’t about to offer him one. Get him talking about what he likes, and he’ll tell you what he’s done. “So,” she said. “Tell me. The killer. What does he enjoy most? Let’s start with that.” “I’ll bet that, more than anything else, the killer enjoys the moments that lead up to the end. Watching his victims. Following them. Stalking them, and then acting like it was a chance encounter when they finally meet. To him that would be loads of fun.” “How does he choose them?” “He prefers it when they choose him.” Detective Dunn and I listened as Melice spun his elaborate “hypothetical” stories about a killer being in the right place at the right time to find new “girlfriends.” I kept telling myself he was innocent until proven guilty, but it was hard for me to believe. Everything he said was consistent with the confessions of other predatory killers I’d encountered. They’re always on the lookout for potential victims, always trolling, seeing who they can lure in.
