Aidan stood by the counter island that broke the kitchen off from the living room. He rolled through his memories again, trying to remember. Where had he left them all? The victims in the club were all easy.
"Alleys. Four of them are in alleys." He knew how the city moved. He was aware that those alleys would not be where he had left them. "The rest are in a strip club."
He didn't know why she wanted to know that. And he'd carefully left out the one that he had thrown into the hospital incinerator. Then he realized that she was only trying to help him, and she deserved all of the truth. Well. Almost all of it. Nobody but him would ever know about Leeloo being his last victim. Nobody. It would eat away at him, he was sure, until the day he died, but he would never let that awful secret see the light of day.
"There was one I already burned." He said as a followup.