The killer was a 28 year old woman named Jane Smith. Apparently, they were a life-long resident of the city, which, in a way, made what they had done even worse. After all, most Predators in the city didn't go after humans, and the humans she had killed hadn't been the sorts that attacked and ate others. You would of had some sympathy if she had been the past victim of an attempted predation attack on her life, but she hadn't been.

Then, there was the look in her eyes. It wasn't the look of anger, or defiance that one might expect with a condemned person. No. It was worse.

It was the look of evil.



You looked at Leona, who was looking over the folder too.

"So, got any preference on how to have her?" you asked.

The lioness nodded. "I do."