Prologue

FBI Special Agent Foster watched the passengers disembark. He and his team were waiting for a specific individual.

That Individual would be my ex-girlfriend from college, Ginny B. (For the sake of her family, I will refer to her as Ginny B throughout this account.) A year-long FBI probe had been focused on her.

The squad led by Agent Foster was prepared to make the arrest. I watched them preparing themselves for their involvement in the arrest. Others in the terminal awaited the plane’s arrival, not knowing what was about to happen, anxiously waited ready to greet their loved ones. As the plane’s scheduled arrival time drew nearer, the tension at the arrival gate grew.

What motivated my being there? It was me wanting to put an end to the string of serial killings by the monster who was my former girlfriend, Ginny B. I was tired of looking over my shoulder fearing that I would be her next victim. I was tired of learning of another friend dying a violent death. Above all, I was tired of living a life of constant worry and fear.

Me? I am James Whitcomb Mercer the Fourth, commonly known as James Mercer by my friends and coworkers.

Ginny when I first met her gave the impression she was a sweet charming, very attractive, college coed. I was instantly attracted to her and began to have feelings for her. I guess you could say I was falling for her. At first our relationship started off as most other young couples do, it was the holding of hands, wanting to spend time together, confessing our undying love to each other. But, it didn’t take long for the wheels to fall off the bus. Ginny revealed a side I never saw before. She became possessive, jealous, had bouts of anger and would become violent. I soon became fearful of being with her. It later proved to correct that I was right to be afraid of her.

Ginny B was a narcissistic psychopath who bore similarities to another chilly psychopath killer at large at the time. Ted Bundy, that is. Even now, thinking about what might have happened if those two had gotten together still gives me shivers. Both of them had the attractiveness and charisma to make you let down your guard.

Ginny’s every movement was purposeful. It was all about Ginny, and you didn’t matter. I’m sorry if you were a victim. Her sentiment was, “You should never have crossed her.” She never expressed regret for her victims.

She had possessive tendencies and became angry easily due to her narcissistic tendencies. I am aware of this having experienced this myself multiple times.