Clyde’s early work in the slasher genre was rather shoddy. Even with a completely incompetent constabulary he was nearly caught several times. As time passed his technique improved to the point where his victims no longer even showed up in the papers.
Clyde was, at first, amazed at how many detached people there are in the world. People so insignificant that when they stop showing up for work their coworkers shrug their shoulders and move on. So many people show up out of nowhere, no one notices or cares when they’re gone. Assuming it was time to go somewhere else.