The Deck; Wednesday Morning

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Summer seemed to be on its way out. It was overcast and cool which made being outside a lot more comfortable than when it was nearly one hundred degrees and just breathing made you sweat. Jasper preferred this sort of weather above anything else.

He'd gotten a few messages over the past few days from Doug Weathers, hoping against hope for an interview and from some people that were fans of his father's. They just wanted to let him know they were waiting and hoping that he'd soon take up his father's mantle and become the killer that he'd been.

Needless to say, Jasper hadn't answered any of those. He wasn't a huge fan of Melissa Hoover's but he had to credit her with keeping his location fairly secret. Doug Weathers showing up here would have been a headache and Jasper had enough of those.

He'd gone into town to grab a coffee (not pumpkin spice flavored) and was now dropping into a chair on the deck, head back and eyes closed. He felt like he was just floating through life lately with no real aim and that scared him. If he got bored, things could get...messy.

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