Me again. How’re you getting along? Me, I’m a bit annoyed.
I have to ask, was that bad of me, the call? Should I not have turned the screws on Ethan so soon? It’s only been a day, and the cops are heading in the right direction, yes, but they’re so sloooow.
I want to see him twist.
I want to see him hurt.
I want to see him bleed.
And I want it to happen now.
Lest you think I’m some sort of mustache-twirling villain, let me assure you, Ethan deserves every moment of torture he’s receiving. He is a bad man. A tin man. A man without honor, without a soul, without a heart.
Forgive me. Or don’t. But I really don’t think people are taking this seriously enough. My friends are such a disappointment. I mean really, one confrontation, that’s all? That’s the best they can do? I teed them up and made sure they had all the ammunition they needed, and not one of them has had the guts to come forth and point the finger.
I have to move things along.
I wasn’t planning on doing this quite so soon, but now I don’t know that I have any choice.
I’ll give the cops another day to put it together. But time is running out.
Tick tock. Tick tock.