The Killer was staring at him, suspicious. And angry.
“What were you doing?”
“Nothing. Just checking the water. She leaks a bit, so if I drive a long way she can get overheated and I can’t afford to buy a new car.” Luigi tried to present an unfazed demeanour.
The Killer stared at him and then giggled. It was remarkably unpleasant. He stuck his head forward and hissed at Luigi, “It won’t be your problem!” And then he cackled again.
“It won’t be your problem,” he repeated with another high-pitched giggle. His eyes were no longer cold, but looking into them, Luigi knew with absolute certainty that the Killer was demented.
Of course, thought Luigi. Anybody who kills for pleasure …. But it hadn’t seemed real before. You might say, “he must be mad!” But it was only when he looked into the Killer’s eyes that he truly understood deep in his heart and soul what that meant.
Oddly enough, this realisation gave him renewed courage. And it replaced his anger and fear with resolution. He had been wondering whether he could talk the man down from his intentions. Now he knew that the only way to make the world safe was to kill him, to stop him doing it again and again. And he was ready to do it. Like a rabid dog, the world would be a better and safer place without this inhuman and utterly mad person in it.