She had always known that there was something not quite right about her father.
She couldn't put her finger on it exactly. Her mother, perpetually defending the choice of a lifetime partner, told her that everyone was different in one way or another - and really her father's idiosyncrasies weren't all that bad.
But she knew, nevertheless, in the very depth of her soul, that what made him different, was terrifying.
It was in the fall of her junior year in high school that she began to suspect that her father was a cold-blooded murderer.