Chapter 01
1983, Hortolândia – São Paulo
A dense and wet twilight came down Number 5 Street on a residential neighborhood in Hortolândia. It was almost two in the morning. The soil was soaked and slippery in that part of town. The lighting was weak and there wasn’t a living soul on the neighborship. Hidden behind a tree, Zacharias Baumler waited patiently for his victim. He was excited, however at the same time he felt an inexplicable tranquility in his mind. When he heard people talking at the beginning of the street, a wave of adrenaline ran down his spine.
- It was her!
Quickly he entered the old house by a fragile window in the back. He didn’t have much time. Soon Ketellen’s friends would say goodbye and she would enter the house where she lived alone. That was her routine every weekend.
As he heard her enter and the door shut down, Zacharias experienced a climax of pure excitement that until that moment he had only felt in his most intimate dreams. Hidden in the shadows he stared at his prey as she threw her coat over an armchair. His body stiff and his breathing restrained, he felt more alive than ever.
- Alive and in action. – He though.
Almost entranced, he hummed softly the chorus of an old brazilian country song:
- “Come my love ... come my great love cause the night is our child ...”
When Ketellen went up the stairs toward the room he counted to three and followed her. Upstair the invader stopped suddenly. Under the week light of a lamp in the hallway he saw, through the half-open door of the room, the beautiful nineteen-year-old student taking off her blouse and her bra.
- “...The night is our child ...”- he hummed again, pulling out from the jacket a sharp hunting knife and a gag.
Step by step he approached the room unnoticed. He stood in the doorway with his eyes fixed on the young woman who has a blond hair and a neck full of freckles.
- No doubt it was a beautiful specimen - He recognized for himself.
At this moment Zacharias found himself marveling at the curves of the young woman removing her underwear in front of him. Her perfume striked up his nose. He trembled with satisfaction and delirium.
- Now it’s just me and you, my dear. - He decreed as he lightly licked the wire of his weapon.
Before she noticed him he rushed forward relentlessly at herback, feeling the taste of his own blood in his mouth.
