He finally called again.
‘I killed them, and I don’t feel a thing. Nothing at all. You will, though, Alex. In a way, you’re to blame. Nobody but you. I didn’t even want to kill them, but I had to do it. That’s the way the horror story has to go. It’s out of control now. I’ll admit that.’ The horrifying confession came at quarter past five in the morning.  I had been asleep about three hours when the phone rang. Panic raced through my body. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.
‘Who did you kill?’I asked Kyle.’Who? Tell me who it was. Tell me:
‘What difference does it make. They’re dead, slaughtered. It’s someone you care about. There’s nothing you can do now - except catch me. I suppose I could help you. Isn’t that what you want to hear? Would that make this more interesting for you? Would it make it fair7’ He started to laugh uncontrollably. Christ, I had never seen him lose control.
I let him go on. Inflate his ego. That’s what he wanted and needed, wasn’t it?
Who had Kyle killed? Oh God, who was dead? It was more than one person - slaughtered.
‘We always worked as a team. In a way, it would be my crowning moment, to catch myself. I’ve thought about it, actually. Fantasized.  What better challenge could there be? I ............