Who would Kyle go after next? It was the question that obsessed me. I couldn’t let it go. When I got home that night, I began to think about going out to Seattle. I had a bad feeling. Lots of them, actually. Would Kyle go after Christine Johnson next? He knew how to strike to cause the most hurt. Kyle knew me so well - but apparently, I didn’t know Kyle at all.
Would he go after Christine? Or maybe Jamilla? Was I thinking the way Kyle would?
One step ahead.
God damn him to hell.
Maybe he would just come after me; maybe all I had to do was stay in the house on Fifth Street and wait for him to show up.  The question was burning inside my head. What was everybody missing? What did Kyle want - more than anything else? What motivated him? Who was on Kyle’s vicious hit list - besides me?  Kyle wanted to exert his will, but he also craved the most exquisite and forbidden pleasures. What had moved him in the past was sex, rape, money - millions of dollars - revenge against those he hated.  I finally went to bed at one-thirty, but surprise, surprise, I couldn’t sleep. I kept seeing Kyle’s face every time I shut my eyes. His look was smug and confident. He was the most arrogant human being I had ever met. Possibly the most evil. I thought back about............