Serial Killer
He pulled in to the Two-Bit Diner. It was a small truck stop type diner sitting in front of a cheap two story motel. He had arrived at his destination located on the outskirts of Newfort, Ohio.
He watched her through the windshield of his rental car.
She smiled and was personable with her customers. A gentle hand on the shoulder, or a touch on the wrist for some of the older ones.
He walked in and sat at a booth, she walked over to take his order. Her name tag read Tammy. “Is Tammy your real name?” he asked and smiled.
“It’s real enough for here.” she smiled back, “What can I get you to drink?”
“Water is good enough for me. Can you tell me if this motel is worth staying at?” he questioned.
She shrugged, “It’s reasonably priced. It’s not fancy or anything.”
“Thank You.” he watched her walk away.
As he ate the house special of Steak and Eggs, he watched her intently. Her name was Alicia Denton. She was twenty eight years old and recently divorced. He had stumbled upon her picture in a search engine and was drawn instantly to it.He was drawn in and had to know everything there was to know about her. He followed her every move, read every posting, and looked at every picture.
She had thousands of followers on her social media accounts. She never noticed Andy Johnson slowly, methodically, electronically following her everywhere. She did not recognize his face from his profile pictures, even though he had just ordered the house special from her.
He left a nice tip. Not too large, but big enough she might remember he was a good customer. He checked into the motel, on the second floor, in a room with a view of the diner’s parking lot.