“Good morning, Mr. Shiloh,” said the tall blonde as she entered the 8 x 8 concrete-block room.
The serial killer sat at the scratched and dented metal table, which was bolted to the floor — same as the worn, scuffed metal chairs.
His wrists were manacled and attached to a large metal ring embedded in the tabletop. His feet were manacled, too.
He wore the o…
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