Chapter 8.

It was him.

Yurik scolded his grandson and reprimanded him for having rejected the food, telling him that food is not denied or disrespected to someone, because there are many people in the world who would kill for a gram, even if it is of spoiled food… that this situation would not happen again.

The boy listened to his grandfather's scolding, but he didn't say anything, because in his mind only the repetition of that moment shone, without a doubt, that was the face of the murderer, his eyes were the same, so he couldn't doubt that it really was him.

After his grandfather left to take a nap, the anxiety that the young man felt seemed to make him a little paranoid and it was no wonder, because in his mind a lot of situations flashed, ¿had the murderer come in this same way with his previous victims? If so, the food would be poisoned and it was the way he had to sneak into their houses.

All the questions the boy was feeling one by one, the way he tried to stop him by closing the door while smiling at him was completely terrifying, almost as if he was asking permission to kill him and just at that moment when he had nothing to defend himself the killer knocked on the door again.

This time with the excuse that they had not signed the receipt of acknowledgment of receipt upon delivery, so grabbing the paper to sign, Ritchie was so nervous that his handwriting was shaky and slow to write, while Dominic observed the young man's behavior.

None of that had left his mind since that time he observed him through the window in the early morning, taking a closer look now he could simply affirm that he was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his entire life: his brown hair was the perfect contrast to his oval face type; And his yellowish white complexion was the most interesting representation that he could express of an ideal type of beauty, because looking at her body that was thin, he could deduce that if he wanted to win a beauty contest pretending to be a woman, even with the haircut that he had at this moment and a little makeup he would surely steal much more than glances.

Then the boy handed him the paper and wanted to close the door immediately, but again he stopped him and asked him how old he was and if he was married or single, to which the young man simply said: I am married and have three children, I am a debtor of alimony, I am almost 40 years old, so good luck in your life.

That was the irony and the lies could be felt in his words, that boy would not even reach 30 years old and if he passed 30, life really treated him very well, almost as if he were the lost son of some God of beauty.

And as the door closed, Dominic was able to catch a glimpse of her back hidden beneath a loose shirt and her butt, which wasn't prominent, but wasn't small either, just the perfect size…