A Black Rose

Her name was Jeni Johnson, but only he knew that. He had plans for her-just like he'd had plans for the other three. They'd each enjoyed their last night in their quest to move to the top of the social ladder. He gave them a taste, but that was all. They had to die. And there would be more. He was on a mission. His plan was flawless. He'd designed and thought out every detail, down to the black rose-the living symbol of death in a relationship. This time of the year, Revere Beach Boulevard ...