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RENEE BREAUX HEADED out to I-10. She had a long drive ahead of her, but was ready to get home. Her parents would rather she made this drive during the day, but she preferred to drive at night when the roads were quiet. She had made this drive many times in the past and knew the roads like the back of her hand.
Before getting on the interstate, she stopped and bought a venti white chocolate caramel latte for a caffeine rush and turned up the radio. She was ready for a break and some of her mom’s cooking. Midterms had been harder this year, and she needed some time to unwind before the spring semester started.
Earlier, she had packed the Christmas gifts and her luggage in the car. By the time her parents woke up in the morning, she should be home. As she made her way onto the Pontchartrain Causeway, her car sputtered just before it died. She let out moan as she tried to start it up once again. “Great, this is all I need.” She had told her dad that the car had been acting up, and he promised to check it as soon as she got home. Now she wished she had taken the time to get it checked before leaving. She honestly did not think it would break down on her.
It was just her luck; there wasn’t another car around. She hated having to call a tow truck and delay her trip to see her parents. As she picked up her cell phone to locate a tow truck company, she saw a pair of headlights heading her way. Maybe she would get lucky, and it was a state trooper making rounds.
As the car approached, she noticed that it was a taxi driver instead of a cop. Standing at the rear of her vehicle, she waved her hands in the air, hoping he saw her in the darkness of the night.
Renee never noticed the knife in his hand. All she felt was the searing pain as he slit her throat. She was dead before she hit the ground.
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WITH EXPERT PRECISION, he swiftly removed her eyes and tongue and placed them carefully in the container he brought with him. Once home, he would store them.
Not wanting to spend any more time near the scene, he shoved the body under the car and left the scene. As he drove off, he still couldn’t believe how quiet the Pontchartrain Causeway was tonight. This kill was meant to be.