The first victim was always—messy—a moment of panic after the fourteen stab wounds. But the second murder was like a confirmation of the act, a call to rage, feel her blood in her veins boiling with excitement. So this was the 'roar' her dad spoke to her about before he died ? This was the confidence she needed and that she had always kept inside her ? It could only be that. Rhiannon finally felt in control of her life.

A change like this should be celebrated, doing something she would never normally have the courage to do but taking advantage of the dopamine in her body while it's still there.

So what's better than going for a drink at the city bar ? Well—coincidentally the bar where Julia's little sister worked, a coincidence of course...it's not like Rhiannon was observing every element of her former bully's life, no way...

And also by pure chance that she found herself sitting at the bar with a glass of cognac in her hand, her big puppy eyes following the bartender's every step. She wasn't waiting for the right moment to talk to you...not at all.