To be successful you have to be two people. The woman who smiles at her husband and waves at her children as they go off to school before returning to her orderly kitchen and her neatly arranged list of daily chores. And the woman who plans out each kill, stalks her victim till she knows the sound of their bare feet on their plush carpets and the smell of their sheets - the woman who relishes the adrenaline of the capture and finds release in a blade of a knife. These two are incompatible, but one must have the other. Without the balance the killer will spin out of control and the game will end too soon. And without the killer the mother will go mad. I love my babies, I do. But there are times when they cry or scream for me that the only way I can stand to go to them, to sooth their petty fears, is to picture the unfinished work I’ve left. With that in mind, I can be the tender kind soul they expect. I can offer sympathy and wisdom and advice with the best of them.