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A reclusive serial killer falls victim to his own vanity.

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Pepper was sparking in his veins. At least that’s what it felt like. Tucker Macrae switched off his hot plate and stared at the slices of stale bread he’d been frying in bacon fat. He wasn’t hungry, although he’d barely eaten the last three days. He felt too unsettled, antsy. He knew that meant it was time to resume his mission. Hunting animals worked for…