Times get hard for serial killers, especially when they think they’ve been caught.
My job was to determine the time span until a serial killer’s next victim, which was an almost-impossible task even for a seasoned detective.
Most believed I was granted with a gift, yet I was haunted by the reality of this gift that encumbered my life. But the casualty count was at an all-time low.
I couldn’t be anything else. Forget the praise and pats on my back. To see the unshackled look in the victim’s eyes was all I ever needed.
Now that was the true gift.
Liked the way you ended the story with the three words of the title. Very appropriate.