Serial Killer
He began doing everything step by step. It would take 3 months to complete everything. The first thing he had to do was find a new location to store his things while he found a new place. Some place near a city but not in a city, part of storage chain and not independent.
He was tired of the winters in the north after residing in Oregon for so long. Maybe some place south, like Alabama or Georgia. Though he longed more to go someplace Midwest, Idaho or Ohio. Ohio, had good feel to it.
He began the long task of dismantling the autopsy table, he packed it in wooden crates to be shipped to new location for storage. He dismantled the metal dehydrator and crushed the parts in the industrial compactor. He hired a few local teenagers to help load it in his pickup, and he drove out to meet a nearby scrap man. He sold the block of metal to the scrap man for the amount he needed to finish his project.
He hired a team of six men and had the compactor uninstalled and loaded it into a crate. He hired two separate teams to install a new floor over the metal in the basement he had been using. The first team installed the concrete, the second installed a wood flooring.
After three months, everything in the house was set right. Nothing was out of place, everything looked normal. Most of the renovations he did himself.
He spent an entire month going over every inch of the property. Scrutinizing over every wall molding, inspecting even the grout between the tiles. Nothing escaped his eyes. Anything found to be less than perfect was fixed instantly.
You could not have asked for a more sound home. From basement to attic, the house had no equal. The foundation was firm, the walls soundproof. The kitchen was large, and the entertaining rooms spacious. Everything was of the highest quality. Solid wood cabinets, thick drywall. It would last for generations.
The family that bought this house need never move, and could hand it down for generation to generation. The fixtures in the house would last several lifetimes, and could survive even the rowdiest of children. Whomever bought this house, would fall in love with it instantly. Love was such a powerful thing, it will move people to do things. Like keep secrets.
He sat and relaxed in the freshly painted kitchen enjoying a cup of green tea sweetened with local raw honey from Ohio. The realtor would soon arrive to look the house over, then would come the appraiser, and all the other inspectors.