After the second and third murder, though, we were terrified."Don taught at one of the local high schools. Every afternoon he drove three of the women...teachers to their homes and personally escorted each of them inside until their doors were locked. While he was escorting the first two women, the others inside the car would lock the doors and keep watch. We took to carrying pepper spray and loud alarms and knew how to use them."I worked at the hospital on the evening shift. My escort was one of. They got married last year but ni children till now. Her husband will travel well because of his work, so she spent lot of time in my home with my mom. She also learns cooking from my mom. So one day when she came up to dry her clothes I was playing with my dog and having a conversation without my friend. I didn’t see her. All of sudden she came and shouted in my ears I was scared. After having a discussion for a while she was going down, suddenly I heard a noise I ran to the stairs, she got on. Of course those that were going about their daily businessdidn?t do it with their hands held behind their backs, a gag strapped intotheir mouths tits barely concealed by a cardigan and a blindfold. Again she cursedherself for being so stupid to get involved with another man after all if shehadn?t she wouldn?t be sat here like this instead she would be out and aboutgetting shopping or waiting to welcome her husband home. Again she had to fightthe urge to cry at the thought of how hurt John would. “It is good to see you, after so long, after so much waiting.”“Thanks,” Darryl said, trying to keep the hackles that were being raised from showing on his face or posture. He coughed, then looked back at the portrait. “Uh, nice painting?”“Do you like it?” Tebby – as Darryl immediately began to think of him as – asked. “It took me several days to paint it, I had to get the memory exactly right. Do you want anything to drink?”“Uh, sure,” Darryl said, nodding. He walked with Tebby to a serving.