Congratulations to Amy Crespi, winner of the Fifty Fifty competition.
James Patterson is the boss. End of.
No one gets this big without amazing natural storytelling talent - which is what Jim has in spades.
She was perfect. And so rarely the perfect ones came, ﬂuttering out of the darkness like moths into golden light. Swift and uncatchable.
He had wandered the third ﬂoor of the car park for a couple of hours now, risking it all for his ideal victim. A number of young women had crossed the little grassy ﬁeld below where he stood as classes at the university ended and new ones began. He watched them toting shoulder bags and the occasional paper coffee cup, blinking in the warm daylight. Then the place was deserted again, and he waited.
It was bright out, leaving a dark shadow in the corner of the parking lot, to the right of the ﬁre stairs. He’d watched a potential girl enter the stairwell, his heart thumping, but she was only halfway up the concrete steps towards him before he realised she wasn’t right. She had a friend on the phone. Cackling laughter. No. He’d know her when he saw her. Big doe eyes. Frightened, down-turned mouth. Thin wrists he could squeeze and twist.Continue Reading