He nodded back at Professor Bell. She would be in the last chapter.
He returned his attention to the book, up to the 1990s now.
In August 1990, Gainesville had a week of horrid fame, all over the world. Over the space of forty-eight hours, a madman captured, tortured, mutilated, and killed five students.
The bodies were rent with sixty-one slashes and stab wounds. He carefully cleaned them up afterward—even the girl whose head he sawed off and placed at eye level on a bookshelf, for the police. Then he arranged the bodies into obscene positions.
The perversion eventually proved his undoing: he left semen at the scene, and its DNA identified him with no doubt.
He’d been free for months, before being arrested on another charge. A quarter of the student body had left in fear, or in response to parents’ fears. The town was haunted by terror: gun sales skyrocketed while real estate plummeted. It was a good time to buy property in the student ghetto; a bad time to live there.