Ten for a Bird

One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret, never to be told.

Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten for a bird, you must not miss.

The Lipstick Strangler, the moniker I’d given the killer, using a nursery rhyme as inspiration for murder, one line for every dead body, was out there somewhere, circling me. Trouble was, I couldn’t be certain when he would make his next move, only that he would. I just knew I had to stop him before the deadly countdown reached ten — Ten for a Bird.

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