Diary of a Madman Bk II May 29

A television left on in a small quiet community in the tiny town of Marin slowly hums.

"static..."

"William Reiner, have you heard from Mr. Casil?"

"No."

"Do you think he may be dead in a gutter somewhere?"

"He was a fighter. I... know he's alive."

"Do you think he's got another book in him?"

"If he did I would be the first to know. I am his publisher."

"static..."

"Marin police have noticed the rash of graffiti in the local south side. Walls were sprayed in red paint. But what got police involved were the words that dripped. Margaret is on location."

"This is Margaret Hinojosa reporting live in the local south side where vandals sprayed vicious words. As you can see here on the wall. The words "green" and "hunger" are written here under the old Greene Bridge. Many locals think Todd Casil himself wrote these words. The same Todd Casil that murdered women with green eyes over 20 years ago in The Town of Liberation, approximately forty miles from this location. Captain Jim Garcia had this to say..."

"pwrruu..."


May 29, 2011
            
MrGreenEyes88: I killed another woman today as she watched television. Her green eyes were mesmerized on the soft glow as her throat bleed across my knife.
      
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May 29th 2011
Today was just like old times. After some quick investigating, I realized how easy my newly acquired target was. I snuck into her house as she watched the news and ate a bowl of cereal. A quick slice across the throat and she was dead. You know I never understood why Todd wrote in a diary. It seemed childish, almost feminine. But now I see how therapeutic this is. By the way Diary, I just want you to know your old friend Todd is dead. You can call me Charles Costello. It's the name I write under now. I have to make a living some how and I've always been a good writer and a good killer. I think this new relationship will work out quite well.

Help me.