CHAPTER 33 The Manipulator T he light from the T.V. blares across the dark room as the news reporter’s voice rings out. “’,. The murders of the four government officials are still under investigation. The autopsy reports have been released to the public, revealing extreme torture before the men had died.” A mugshot of a girl is pictured on the screen. She’s a pretty girl, with plain brown hair and brown eyes. The unsettling part is the look in her eyes. A single glance is all it takes to know that she’s clearly unstable. She was the broken doll I saw eating at the fair. And she was in Annie’s Playhouse that night. Hiding in the walls and watching every guest that came through. At one point, she looked at me and probably made a decision on whether she was going to kill me or not. I shudder, knowing how close I could’ve come to death that night. Snatching up the remote, I click off the T.V., shaking as I throw the remote back on the couch. The asshole fucked me and then went and murdered a bunch of men with a psychotic chick. Mark fucking Seinburg is one of the men, along with three other government officials I had met while standing in line for Annie’s Playhouse. He had said he had business to take care of with a psycho chick, and for some reason, him going off to murder people was the last thing I had expected. Stupid. That's what he does, Addie. Murder people. The fear and anxiety are overwhelming. I knew he killed people. Arch's hands showing up on my doorstep was proof of that. His entire family being wiped out... I knew he was a murderer. He admitted it. But somehow, seeing his heinous crimes broadcasted on live television is eye-opening. He murdered four government politicians. This isn’t just a boy playing dress-up with a mob boss’s suit and handgun. Arch was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But this... this is big.