"The high I get from killing another man is comparable to any other high. Sex, drugs, it's a rush ... and addicting."
You've got to be kidding! Abhorred, I tried to retreat without a sound until I forgot about the squeal of damp rubber soles on linoleum as I twisted around the door. The squeak echoed across the room. I cringed and hurried to escape, pulling the door closed as my feet took flight.
And you thought it might be safe to miss out on this book... right!
Sharing this on Face book, thought I ought to share here too.
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