*throws away draft of my novel, "Abe Lincoln, Serial Killer Hunter"*
Ted Bundy sat in the corner of the interrogation room, his lips twisted in a grotesque Cheshire cat smile.
President Lincoln pulled off his stovepipe hat and stroked his beard.
"I hear you enjoy the hunt," he said. Bundy was on edge. Another killer was in the room.
President Lincoln pulled off his stovepipe hat and stroked his beard.
"I hear you enjoy the hunt," he said. Bundy was on edge. Another killer was in the room.
"Fourscore and seven years ago, I examined yon forensic evidence," Lincoln continued...
