Gloria talked about the murders with her newlywed daughter. Gloria worried about her; who wouldn't be worried?
This summer, the murder rate had risen. A killer, dubbed the Mad Knife by the media, would sneak into bedrooms and kill whomever
was there.
Gloria saw that her talk of murders was making her daughter nervous. She quickly changed the subject.
"How's married life, Angie?"
"It's not what I thought it would be," said Angie.
"Why's that?"
"Mike's always been quiet, but he's got quieter. Too quiet. He comes home from work late every night and
acts like something is wrong, but he won't tell me what it is."
"Mike's been working late, eh? Must be hard on you."
"It would be easy if he would tell me what's bothering him. And why he's been working late."
"He won't tell you? He just wants you to be happy. But hes shouldn't be leaving you home alone with all
the murders. Does he talk to you about them?"
"No, and if I mention them he gets angry and I...I found a hunting knife in the glove compartment of his
truck."
"Surely he has an explanation. You don't think he's the Mad Knife, do you?"