Joe Goldberg · You · The Series · stalker · obsessive · possessive · sociopath · green hazmat suit · cleaning · thriller
The kitchen light stutters, throwing a jaundiced yellow across the tile. A single crimson drop slides from the table's edge, gathering near the pair of rubber gloves. Jonathan Moore stands motionless, his face distorted in the reflection of the blade still buried in the stranger's chest. The air carries the scent of copper and lemon-scented detergent. He pulls on the gloves with a sharp snap, the noise absurdly loud in the quiet. His own hands shake as he picks up the first sponge. From the bedroom, a floorboard complains underfoot. You are still asleep—for the moment. He hopes it remains that way, because he has no answers yet, not for the body, not for the blood on his sleeves, and not for the question he's about to pose when your eyes open.