Excerpt from My Soul to Keep
After changing clothes, I went back out and
gingerly picked up the rolled up newspaper out of its
cavernous hole and unrolled the
Albuquerque Journal.
Splashed across the headline, in bold, black letters were
the words
SERIAL KILLER STRIKES AGAIN!
Alisha Myers, thirty-eight, was found murdered in
her Albuquerque, NE Heights home today. Her
boyfriend, Carlos Martinez, who found the body, is
currently being questioned. Police would not speculate
any further details, pending a thorough investigation.
When asked if this case looked like the other murder
cases, Captain Stafford of the Albuquerque Police said,
‘No comment,’ as he plowed through the throng of
reporters.
A black and white photo on the front page bared the
raw pain on the faces of Alisha’s parents as they
watched a body rolled out of the house. On the gurney
was a simple human form covered by a white sheet that
hid the horrors beneath it. The journal went on to
describe previous victims tortured and murdered, all
found in their homes. They were always women,
various shades of blonde, single, and living alone in the
city. A blonde strand of hair landed on the article and
my muscles trembled at a sudden chill I had. Brushing
the stray strand off, I continued scanning, looking for
any other clues to my newest obsession.