Chapter~28~Idle hands are the devil's playground.

Stalker Steve~28

Restless doesn't even describe my current affliction. Lenny has kept me cooling my jets for a week. Well, he thinks he has anyway. Man, I was jonesing bad! Once I couldn't stop my hands from shaking, I had to do what I had to do to calm the beast.

Tonight I have brought Vicky along; she talks a good game, it's time to see what she's made of. After some research, I decided on a small town southeast of Santa Monica, and for the past three nights, I have been watching bars in Culver City.

Drunks are easy pickings, and I already have one picked out from the herd. Like a cunning predator stalking its prey, I wait for him to leave the bar. He stumbles toward the side street and his car. Vicky is jumping around in the seat, all giddy-fied. Maybe she is as fucked up as I am.

"Is that him?!"

"Yeah, it is."

This is gonna be easy, like Sunday morning. We get out of the car and circle the building, coming down the alley in front of him. It's no trouble getting the drop on Sir Sways-a-lot; it doesn't take much effort. Vicky rams into him, pushes him against the car, and looks at me over her shoulder.

"Get 'em!"

This was as good a time as any to try out my new toy, which I plan to use on Detective Gibson. He doesn't know what hits him until the rods sink into his flesh. When I hit the trigger, he hit his knees, slurred, and stared at me in shocked disbelief.

"What the fuck, man?!"

"Hit him again!"

One more zap, and he is out! I grinned, knowing it was worth every penny! Vicky steps aside, and he slumps against the car, then falls to the asphalt. We need to get out of here. I go over, kneel beside him, wrap the leads around my hands, and I rip them straight out of him.

Joe Blow groaned in agony as I removed the deployed cartridge, only to have a piece of the thin plastic break off and fly into the dark air. We searched the ground for the needle in the haystack, but found nothing. The schizophrenic's paranoia kicked in; we need to get out of here! It's time for Vicky to earn her keep.

"Pick up his legs."

Vicky does, but we are no match for his deadweight. "Fuck this! Stay here."

I'm searching in all directions as I return to the car, circle the block, and drive down the alleyway in front of them. We get him into the backseat of my car and peel out. Honestly, I had thought little beyond the point of getting him.

Now I know how Wile E. felt after getting that fucked up looking bird. I need a cool-down moment, that's what my therapist called it, so I follow the main roads out of town, find a back road, pull over, and go for my cell phone, but it isn't in the pocket between the seats. We get out, and after a thorough search, it's nowhere to be found. Vicky is staring at me like a dumbass while I am gasping for breath from my efforts.

"Give me your cell!"

"I don't have one, don't you know where we are?"

"Does it look like I know where we are?! No, Vicky, obviously I don't!"

Reality sets in, and I realize my only option is to use Lenorad's phone. The glove compartment door doesn't stand a chance as I rip it open and take out the phone. I Googled mountains near me and hit the search button. We pile back in and hit the highway heading east towards the San Gabriel Mountains; it sounded private anyway.

After following the dirt road as far as possible without bottoming out my rental, I stick the phone in my pocket, and we get out to look for a spot that speaks to me. A ping of excitement ripped through me as I found it. We go back to drag Joe Blow from the car; I pop the truck, grab a shit ton of rope, and shove it in Vicky's face; damn it's my last piece.

"Here, take this!"

I am feeling especially frisky tonight, so I hogtie him when we get back to our kill site. He grunted as the back of his head met the bottom of his feet. Then I dropped my jeans, and Vicky dropped to her knees. She was just as turned on as I was. Unable to wait her turn, she slid her hand under her shorts and masturbated as she deep throats my dick.

Moments before what I hoped was only my first nut of the evening had busted, Lenorad's phone rang in my pocket. I pulled out of Vicky's mouth, cursing and shooting cum all over her face. She was finishing herself off as I pulled up my pants and stepped away from them. Before I answered, I took a deep breath to regain control of myself.

"What's up, boss?"

"Have you been staying out of trouble, Steve, like I told you?"

Now I feel like a caught kid again, standing before my father. Fuck that no-good bastard, too! "Yes, sir, master, sir!"

Lenorad ignored my smart ass. "Good, I got the glove back, but my inside man didn't know cameras would be in the coroner's office. Looks like you aren't the only dumbass! The police department is essentially on lockdown and on high alert. It's too risky to move to lure the detective."

"I've been thinking about that, and kidnapping a federal officer is a major crime with a major penalty behind bars. That may not mean much to you, but it does to me. See where I am going here?!"

"Prison will be the least of your worries if you don't do as you are told! You know how easy it would be for me to take you out and not have to pay you another cent?" He paused and took a deep breath. "Look, I like you, Steve. I was hoping it wouldn't come to that."

The feeling of having your balls caught in a pair of vise grips is not good. "I can hold out for a few more days. No need to get all hostile, boss."

"See, I thought we could come to terms. I will be in touch."

I shove the phone back into my pocket to resume venting. Vicky was burning Joe Blow's arms with her after-sex cigarette, but any psychopath worth his salt knows that the more intense the flame and sensitive the skin, the better the smell. Vicky needed some help. I joined her by the nice fire she had made, sitting Indian-style on the ground and picking up a burning stick from the fire. I gave it to Vicky.

"Burn his balls."

Joe screamed as she set fire to the crotch of his blue jeans, but it was time for Big Daddy to take over. My trusted Bowie knife inside my boot provided the perfect weapon. I stabbed Joe over and over. With each thrust of my blade into his flesh, I felt a little calmer. Soon, his blood covered us from head to toe. I rose to my feet, took him by the hair of his head, and decapitated him.