Zach and Liz Taylor hadn’t uggs discount mattered one way or the other to him.  Maybe that was the worst thing of all. How easily he could kill. How much he wanted to hurt me.
     This was just the start of it.
     It would get worse.
     There was no evidence of rage, no passion at this crime scene. I almost got the sense that once he was inside their bedroom he’d had second thoughts. Oh Kyle, Kyle. Have mercy on us.
     I made mental notes ugg boots on sale - no need to write any of this down. I knew every horrifying detail by heart. I would never forget any of it until the day I died.
     The gunshots had blown away the sides of their faces. I had to force myself to look. I remembered how in love they had always seemed to me. Zach had once told me that ‘Liz is the only person I know who cheap uggs online I enjoy being with on a long car ride/That was the test for him. They never ran out of things to say to one another. I felt incredibly hollowed out as I stared at them. They were gone now.  What a terrible waste, what a horror show.
     I walked past their bodies to a large casement window that looked out on the street. I was feeling so unreal. I saw uggs discount the marquee sign for Cafe Lautrec, closed now. I thought about Kyle on the run, what he must be thinking, where he might go next.
     I wanted to catch him, to stop him. No, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hurt him in the worst way possible.
     Someone from the Crime Scene Unit edged up to me, a sergeant named Ed Lyie. ‘Sorry about your loss. What do you uggs discount want from us, Detective? We’re ready to get to work here.’
     ‘Sketch, video, photograph,’! told Lyie. But I really didn’t need any of it. I didn’t need any more graven images, or even any evidence.  I knew who the killer was.
     Chapter 106
     I got home around one that afternoon. I needed to sleep, but I couldn’t stay down for more than a couple of hours. I got up and paced through ugg discount the empty house on Fifth Street.  I kept walking from room to room. I felt the need to stop a terrible disaster from happening, but I didn’t know where to start. The possible hit lists for Kyle were continually running through my head: my family, Sampson, Christine, Jamilla Hughes, Kate McTiernan, my niece Naomi, Kyle’s own family.