Buried: Mystery Series (My Murder Mysteries #2)

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do you want to move on to that now?"
    He nodded, again looking at the floor. His body language showed me that he seemed remorseful or ashamed at what he had done, if he had done anything at all.
    "Right," I said, trying to think of a way to phrase what I was about to say. "I want to know the details of their deaths. How did you kill them?"
    "I stabbed them all to death," he said, as plainly as he could.
    Again, I felt that sort of presence around me. Inside, the nerves in my arms were shaking. The feeling was awful. It was just the way he said that. It was as if someone would say, "I got a drink," just in a casual tone. It was like he saw absolutely no wrong whatsoever in what he’d done.
    "Could you go into a little bit more detail than that?" I asked him, pulling myself together.
    "What do you mean?"
    "Well, I want to know things like where it happened, how you covered it up, and anything else you want to tell me. Let's start with the first murder. Go into as much detail as you can, if you want to prove you are the killer."
    I felt like I was getting somewhere now. I wanted to see if he knew the details of the deaths, because details like those are rarely released to the press. At the same time, Graham was looking for police records, and Patricia was looking for the press records, to see if those details were actually released to the press, so I knew it was important to get as much information as possible from this man.
    "Well, in the first murder. That was Josh Davis, I think. Yes, it was. It was at a party," he started.
    "O.k.," I said, writing things down in my notebook.
    "I think it was someone's birthday or something. Anyway, I wasn't invited, but I was there, watching him from the darkness. He was just chatting to people, and did dances and things, like at any normal party. I remember he did this really funny chicken dance. Oh, sorry, I'm getting off track here."
    "It's okay," I said, trying to make him as relaxed as possible.
    "Anyway, he went outside for something, probably a cigarette, and I called his name. No-one else was around at the time. I then grabbed hold of him and stabbed him several times. Since this club was just outside the woods, I had little trouble putting him there."
    "Why the woods?" I asked him, feeling there was some significance.
    "I...I don't know. I just did," he said, looking very unconvincing.
    "Is there anything else you'd like to add?" I asked him.
    "Not for that one, no," he said. "That was a pretty simple murder."
    "Okay, so are you going to talk to me about the second one?" I asked him, feeling awkward about the nice, peaceful tone of voice I had to use when discussing something as horrific and violent as this.
    "Well, in the second murder, that one was quite simple as well. I watched him go out with his dog for a walk, and I followed him until he reached the woods. This took a while, but I'd been watching him several times, and he liked to go out on long walks, anywhere and everywhere. Anyway, I followed him until there was no-one else around. I then jumped on him and stabbed him to death. I left the body there, and there was no other sign of life around but the dog."
    I just sat back. This was extraordinary. I could not believe what I was hearing. This was the first time, in all of the murder cases I had come across, that the killer actually confessed without any evidence against them.
    "Can I move on to the third murder?" he asked.
    "Of course," I replied, letting him do all the talking.
    "Well, the third one was quite risky. I was following him, hoping he would go into the woods. I knew he would probably go into the woods a little bit because it was a shortcut home from school. School used to end at four o'clock, so it must have been about five past four. Anyway, he walked down an open street, but he saw me, with the knife! He asked me what I was doing, and I couldn't think of an excuse on the spot, so I knew I had to kill him there and then!"
    I was shocked at how well he spoke.

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