Yesterday, the page had been public. And all the days before that when she had gone on to hunt for victims, it had also been set to public. So why the hell was it private now?

Because theyre on to you, she thought. You knew at some point, the police were going to not only get involved, but probably even figure out how you were doing it. Now is that time. Theyve figured out how you found those women and have contacted the page administrators.

Having known something like this would probably happen did not make it any easier to accept. Shed had a simple way to find her victims right in the palm of her handeasy access, as if it were meant to be. And now that was gone. Now, if she wanted to continue her work, she was going to have to find some other way to do it.

She tossed her phone down on the couch and walked over to where the glass had shattered all along the floor. Red wine dripped down the wall and created a puddle on her carpet. She knew how much trouble it would be to get that red wine stain out of the carpet, but she could figure that out later. Because even as she started picking up the portions and shards of glass from the floor, her mind was already moving forward.

While her easy hunting grounds had indeed been taken away from her, she still had one more visit to make. She had already picked her next target. She had a name, an address, and a pretty good idea of when the treatment date had been scheduled. She would attend to that business first. There was no sense in ruining that moment with worries about where she would find others to go after.

She was so distracted by these thoughts that she sliced right into her thumb as she was picking up a bigger sliver of glass. With a hiss of pain, she pulled her hand away. She looked to her thumb and smiled as she watched the little trickle of blood run down it. She sat there on the floor and watched the blood slowly run down her hand, transfixed by it and just as eager as ever to get on with her work.

The Facebook group being Private was not a big deal, but it still had her spooked. She knew she was not ready to strike right now. But she could still get out there and make sure the details of her next victim were unchanged. She had to be precise in all that she did, and sometimes that meant putting in some extra work. Besides…it wasnt like that was the only Facebook Page for people having fertility issues. There had to be hundreds of them, and at least a few within areas close byDC, Alexandria, maybe Pittsburg.