They thought they were killers, those Dopers with interesting, engaging names like ** Lil “the Spider” Lurker, Fibonacci “He’s got your number”, and Reeder “the Feeder”.** But they weren’t killers. They weren’t even schoolyard bullies. They were just ordinary citizens who went about their lives, raising families, holding stable jobs, having relationships, taking classes.
Heh, not a one of knows what being a serial thread killer is really like. Not even “Dire” Dwyr, Lola “two guns” Baby, “Ba-da-BOOM” Bumbazine, Doubting “you’ll live 'till morning” Robert, Silent Tiny Viper, “Shootin” Schnitte, Juanita “the Pita” Tech, Billy Boy Baroo, and last, but certainly not least, **Phlip "the-Coin-heads-I-shoot-Tails-I-shoot, **Otherwise known as “the Nickel” for short.
Nah, being a thread killer was like nothing they could imagine, it wasn’t like being a shark, or a wolf, or even a two-bit crackhead with a shiv in an alley. Bein a thread killer was like being a faint whiff of fart at a nice party. Somethin no one really wanted to notice, but moved away from anyway. It was like being a zit close to your hairline that you combed over and ignored till it went away.
Me? I know what being a thread killer is like. I have to. It’s my job to know, see? I catch thread killers, and I put 'em away. The name’s Yon “the Don” Dan, private eye. [sub]I used to be a private dick, but then I lost my Dick license[/sub]