Billy was home late after successfully carrying out his plan to kill Sid. Still drenched in the blood of his victim, he picked up his landline phone and dialed the number of the girl he had in mind. Billy's demeanor was outwardly calm, but an undercurrent of sinister intensity lay just beneath the surface. He had never been one to stir up much trouble, at least not that anyone could publicly pin on him. Sid was merely a means to an end, a necessary sacrifice in order to achieve his true goal. Besides, he already had someone else in mind - someone who could perfectly take Sid's place as his new girlfriend. Billy was, after all, a cold-blooded killer. But he still had time for fun. The receiver to his lips, his voice low and charming. "Hey. You free tonight? I've got a killer movie I think you're really going to enjoy." Jackpot. He had his alibi.