death-bringer

The man had a smooth voice, like velvet. ____ Detective Inspector Me. Unusual name, I know. My family were incredibly narcissistic. I__ lucky I escaped with any degree of humility at all, to be honest, but then I__e always managed to exceed expectations. You are Kenny Dunne, are you not?___ am.___ust a few questions for you, Mr Dunne. Or Kenny. Can I call you Kenny? I feel we__e become friends these past few seconds. Can I call you Kenny?___ure,_ Kenny said, slightly baf_d.__hank you. Thank you very much. It__ important you feel comfortable around me, Kenny. It__ important we build up a level of trust. That way I__l catch you completely unprepared when I suddenly accuse you of murder.

Every once in a while, I get the urge. You know what I__ talking about, don__ you? The urge for destruction. The urge to hurt, maim, kill. It__ quite a thing, to experience that urge, to let it wash over you, to give in to it. It__ addictive. It__ all-consuming. You lose yourself to it. It__ quite, quite wonderful. I can feel it, even as I speak, tapping around the edges of my mind, trying to prise me open, slip its fingers in. And it would be so easy to let it happen. But we__e all like that, aren__ we? We__e all barbarians at our core. We__e all savage, murderous beasts. I know I am. I__ sure you are. The only difference between us, Mr Prave, is how loudly we roar. I know I roar very loudly indeed. How about you? Do you think you can match me?