Escaping the Psycho's Grasp novel Chapter 8

Over the next few days, I did some reconnaissance.

I had to admit, the doctor had a point.

Forget about the omnipresent cameras.

Big data alone was enough to give me a headache. Every purchase was tracked, every account linked to my ID. If I tried anything, they'd find me in minutes.

Killing someone in this day and age was a real pain in the ass.

All those anatomy books I'd read... wasted.

Now I understood how those unappreciated geniuses of the past must have felt.

But I'm a vindictive bastard. If I can't kill you, I'll torment you.

I rented an apartment near their house.

I did nothing but follow them.

It didn't take long to learn their routines.

And let me tell you, this family was a dumpster fire.

This family was the epitome of trashy. They'd toss their garbage on the ground even though the trash can was two steps away.

The old janitor asked them why they couldn't be bothered to walk a couple of extra steps.

I was a messed-up kid, but this kid was on another level of messed up.

And the dad? He practically begged for mercy at the police station.

He swore he'd turn over a new leaf, but the second he was out, he was back to his old tricks.

He'd find nice cars parked in blind spots and key them.

The nicer the car, the bigger his grin.

He'd mutter to himself, "Driving a fancy car, huh? is that money clean? I'm here to rid the public of harm, haha.' The whole family was quite absurd."

They were classless, and I was amoral. A match made in hell.