The vehicle tooled down the block, stopped, then backed up until it was directly in front of Rachel’s home at 114 North Cyrus Street in East Northport. It then proceeded around the block, returned, and parked with the engine off some fifty yards short of the address.
The driver reviewed Rachel’s class schedule and personal information. Heavy course load. Biomedical Engineering major. He reviewed her transcripts from Northport High. Straight A’s, early admission to Columbia, Intel Award.
He read the essay she had written in her admission application. It was entitled, “The Purpose of My Life.” Moving. Even more so, as that purpose would never be fulfilled. He usually spoke at length with his victims before slaughtering them. The more he knew about his prey, the more aroused he got. Unlike Mafia hitmen who killed dispassionately, he made the greatest effort to get close to the doomed, to give them the most hope, so that he could then take away that much more. It was the crushing of desperate hope that he so loved.
This was a quiet neighborhood and there were only three major highways out of Long Island―the Southern State, the Northern State, and the Long Island Expressway. That didn’t give him the options he liked. And these cops had absolutely nothing to do with their time, so an abduction or killing would bring out every lawman within thirty miles.
She had violated him and she would be violated. He had to kill her before she realized what she had taken.
He circled the block again and thought how a home invasion would go. Only the kid and her parents. Father’s an accountant. Wouldn’t expect much resistance from him. A triple murder would be a big deal in this town. They might find some way to get the Feds involved. No, he needed something cleaner, more surgical.
He got back onto the Northern State toward the city. An hour and twenty minutes later, he was in front of Columbia University on Broadway. Nice looking girls walking around. And brainy. The campus must look nice in the spring with the girls all wearing summer dresses, tube tops, and shorts.
The car circled the campus several times as the killer contemplated the problem.
Then he came upon the perfect solution.
Title: The Schwarzschild Radius
Author: Gustavo Florentin
Genre: Thriller / Suspense
Rachel, an 18-year-old Columbia University student descends into the netherworld of runaways and predators to find her sister, Olivia, who has suddenly disappeared. After getting a job in a strip joint where Olivia worked, then doing private shows in the homes of rich clients, Rachel discovers that Olivia has been abducted by a killer who auctions the deaths of young girls in an eBay of agony. As she closes in on the killer who has taken Olivia, Rachel becomes his next target.
Gustavo Florentin was born in Queens, New York and received a bachelor’s degree in electrical engineering from the Polytechnic University of New York. He spent a decade in the defense industry working on the F-14 fighter jet and classified electronics projects. After the fall of the Soviet Union, many thought America wouldn’t need weapons anymore, so while others waited for the peace dividend, he moved on to the financial sector in New York where he is currently a network engineer. His passions include violin, travel to exotic places and exploring worldwide conspiracies. He lives in New Jersey where he is working on his third novel. His thriller, In the Talons of the Condor, won the following awards:
WUACADEMIA–Prix d’Or Best Novel
The Verb First Chapter Contest–First Prize
Mount Arrowsmith Best Novel 4th place
The Writing Show–Second Prize best first chapter of a novel.
Second Prize–16th Annual International Latino Book Awards
Publisher website: http://curiosityquills.com/books/the-schwarzschild-radius/