A serial killer’s crimes are the expression of their truest self.
People want a guilty person. If there has been a crime, they want to know who did it.
Over the years I committed a petty crime here or there. It’s how a man survives in the city. But the two who drag me into serious malfeasance are a society lady and a f*****g nun.
No crime is complete without the cover-up.
New crimes call for new laws.
It’s not your own sins that hold you, haunting the earth and wandering in limbo. It’s the crimes others done to you.
Failure to see that crimes are linked, linkage blindness, it’s the thing that will allow the killer to strike again. We refuse to recognise the series and he carries on regardless.
Every true crime story is actually true for someone.
