Submitted for Friday Fictioneers.
I’ve been coming here for two years now.
Betty, behind the bar, knows more about me than most of my friends. She knows my favorite drink, the time of night I usually come in, and the fact I am always alone.
There are things Betty does not know about me. My darkest thoughts, the dangerous things I have done, the people I have killed. Only three so far but I have plans for many more.
I’m a good planner. I love details. I do a lot of research on the habits of my victims.
Tonight I am studying Betty.