Here'sanadditionaldescriptivepassagefor*TheKillerInsideMe*:ThesmallTexastownlayunderablanketofoppressiveheat,thekindthatmadeeventheshadowsfeelheavy.LouFordmovedthroughhisdayswiththeeasycharmpeopleexpectedfromadeputysheriff,hissmileneverquitereachingthosecold,calculatingeyes.Behindthepolitedrawlandfolksymannerismslurkedsomethingdarker,arazor-sharpmindthatcataloguedeveryweakness,everyvulnerability.ThegoodfolksofCentralCitysawwhattheywantedtosee—aharmlesssmall-townlawman—neversuspectingthemonstroushungerthatcoiledbeneaththesurface,waitingfortherightmomenttostrike.Atnight,whenthecicadassangtheirrelentlesschorus,Louwouldsitbyhiswindow,fingerstappinganabsentrhythmagainsthisknee,contemplatingtheexquisitepleasureofperfectviolencedonejustso.Themaskneverslipped,noteveninprivate,becausethemaskhadbecomehim—andthatwasthemostterrifyingtruthofall.
