(2005) 'Whispers In the Wind' (20 page)

He looked at the diary again and then he opened it slowly, his eyes focusing on the small, beautiful handwriting. Slowly, he began to read, turning the pages, until the last entry came into view. He closed the book and his eyes, thinking of a beautiful woman with long, blond hair and mischievous eyes, a killer that didn’t have to be.

He sighed deeply, drifting off to sleep, while outside, the wind whispered softly.