2599. Serial killer

Lincoln, neither the American President nor the motorcar, was obsessed with serial killers. He wasn’t a serial killer himself but he had read every book ever written about them. His favourite one was Jack the Ripper, although there were a few other close contenders. He reckoned that the real identity of Jack the Ripper was the Prince of Wales.

Lincoln had never met a serial killer in his life, at least not until now. Shall we kill him off, Gentle Reader?

BANG! There we are, dead as a doornail. He tried to run out of this story. Not a chance! Add Lincoln to the list. Another one bites the dust in these pages.

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