I had the misfortune of encountering a serial killer.
His name was Wayne Nance.
There were a series of murders in my little town of Missoula, MT.
They finally got a description of the guy.....red hair, black glasses, acne.
Wayne bragged to my girlfriend that he had committed the murders.
She told me.
I told her to turn him in.
He fit the description.
The police came and hauled Wayne off.
He passed a lie detector test and was back in school the next day.
The police had him and let him go.
He committed more murders.
I braced him in the hallway and told him to stay away from my girlfriend.
A guy wrote a book about old Wayne. The last chapter he wrote was about a psychologist he’d talked to about Wayne.
The psychologist said Wayne really wanted to kill the boyfriends/husbands.
I often wish that I could have made old Wayne pull that big Bowie knife on me in that hallway.
The son of a bitch might have died sooner.
Cool story.