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the Ghost Killer. Chapter one, Portland, Oregon. Gabriel drink the white sheet over the body, using a spare shoe lace from his bag, he fastened it around the man's neck before drawing to black circles for eyes and a big, wide, half circle smile. He snapped a cat back one of permanent marker and grinned. You could hear a faint perfect as he rewrapped the chain around the torso of his first victim and tossed the slack over a tree branch, hoisting him into the air. He stepped a few feet back from his display. This will get their attention, he said, gave you, walked to his car, sat down and started it As he drove off. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror at the body, hanging in the night sky like a ghost. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes off it. Boom, he said before taking a right at the light and heading toward his apartment. It was a prestigious tower place where you wouldn't normally see a man like him. If not for his recently deceased and very generous uncle, he would most likely be living somewhere in between share, poverty and extreme lower class. The doorman smiled as he approached from the East Walkway evening, Gabriel burning the midnight oil at work again. Are we? He acts, Gabriel, not it. At this point, I feel like Midnight's the new five. I hear you, Copia Rest well, Thanks. I'll try. He gently closed the door behind him, so consumed by what he had just done that he forgot to slide the deadbolt in the place. It never killed anyone before. Not even a dog cat swirled nothing. The sensations coursing through his chest and head were invigorating and also convicting. His hands were visibly shaking, his breathing out of rhythm, his heart beating out of his chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Boom. He opened his eyes and smell dinner time. But first I need a shower. As Gabriel scrubbed the evening's events from his body, his mind kept flashing back to the park. What if someone saw me? Was I followed? Did I leave any trace evidence? He left the bathroom butt naked and dripping wet and went straight to his kitchen, frantically pulling vegetables, fresh herbs and red meat from his refrigerator. He started chopping 20 minutes later, he sat down, still naked and began eating a medium rare fillet with tossed asparagus, a side salad tossed in his favorite homemade vinaigrette and a drive sugar cookie, the last in a batch he had whipped up a week ago. They will know soon enough, he said, leaving the mess for in the morning. He walked over to his couch and flapped onto his stomach Before he could even begin processing any of the events of the past 12 hours, he was fast asleep. Gabriel is final word before succumbing to the exhaustion playing him since his first abducted the man hanging from the tree in the park not far from his apartment.