“Hello?” Dwight was perplexed when she answered the phone. The last he knew, his number was unlisted, and it couldn’t be a friend calling, he didn’t have any. So, who the fuck would be calling me?
“Do you have any information yet?”
“Xavier how did you get my number?” Dwight all but growled.
“Dude, you have had the same number for years! Stop being so paranoid.” Xavier chuckled.
Dwight couldn’t believe that he had remembered his number! Damn! Dude had an impeccable memory…looks like I’ll just have to change my number then! “It’s not safe to talk over the phone, how fast can you be here?”
“How fast can you get to the front door?”
Dwight hung up the phone while heading toward the front door, swearing the whole way. Only Xavier could piss him off this much! “You are a real asshole, you know that! Why didn’t you just tell me that you were at my front door in the first place?” Dwight all but spat as he opened the door.
“Well, if I didn’t, I do now! I guess that I just like messing with you, I’m sorry.” Xavier knew that he probably shouldn’t be annoying the one person that is helping him, but he couldn’t’ resist.
Dwight rolled his eyes. “Get you ass inside before I change my mind about helping you!” Dwight stepped away from the doorway long enough to let Xavier inside, then he bolted the door shut again.
“So…are you going to let me in on what you have found?” Xavier asked.
“Well so far all I found out is that this guy is seriously terrifying! He is really good at covering his tracks, he has at least three aliases’ maybe more. He has an extensive knowledge of torture techniques as well as anatomy.”
Xavier could tell that Dwight was scared to death of this guy; his voice trembled as he spoke.
“There is something else that I found out.” Dwight shifted his stance uncomfortably.
Xavier didn’t understand why Dwight was so uncomfortable, but after a couple of minutes of silence, Xavier got annoyed. “Well, what is it?” Dwight still didn’t answer. “I don’t have time for this shit Dwight just spit it out!”
Dwight finally looked into his stare. “Xavier, this guy is escalating! He is unpredictable, which make him extremely dangerous, and he is not afraid of getting caught!” Dwight had real fear for Sierra, especially since this guy has his sights set of her.
Mack and I didn’t want to be too far away from the station in case they caught a break, so they went to a quaint little café down the street. They had just sat down at a table near the entrance when the waitress came over. After ordering food and drinks, I turned my undivided attention to Mack. “So, what is it that you want to know?” Before either of us could talk, the waitress handed me my iced tea and almond poppy seed muffin, Mack, a slice of apple pie and a cup of hot coffee. Once he was sure that the waitress was out of hearing range, he asked me his first question. “What kind of a doctor is he; he’s not a Gynecologist is he? That would be way too much information to share with me if he is!” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “As for my second question, how did the two of you meet?” I just laughed. “No, he is not a Gynecologist, he’s a Veterinarian and we met in a parking lot.” Mack just looked at
While he prepared dinner, his guest was in the living room, where he made her wait. He couldn’t decide what wine to have with dinner, so he let the lady decide. “What kind of wine would you prefer to have?” “I normally don’t drink on school nights, but I’ll take some Merlot, if you have any.” Kamey actually preferred Scotch or Whiskey, but she wasn’t complaining. She really liked the Professor, he fascinated her. He was the only teach that didn’t finder her intriguing, or attractive, well until now. While she waited in the other room, he dipped the rim or her wine glass in a small amount of Ketamine. He didn’t want to rush making her unconscious, so he set the glasses aside, making sure that they were separated, and grabbed a bottle of Whiskey ant two shot glasses. Not likely that she needs alcohol to spread those legs of hers! He thought to himself as he let the Merlot breath before pouring it into their glass
For the first time, that I could remember, Mack didn’t wake me up before my alarm!! I was enjoying the quiet I quickly made myself some toast and a cup of coffee. I walked back over to the window and enjoyed the view. After I ate, I headed to the kitchen and was about to put my dishes in the sink when my cell rang. So much for a peaceful morning! “Hello?” “We caught a break in the case! Hurry up and get your ass down to the station.” Mack excitedly says. Finally! We were one step closer to catching this sick son-of-a-bitch! “Ill be there in ten minutes.” I was so jazzed about the news that I showered, dressed and headed out the house in seven minutes. This must be some new world record! As I flew down the stairs to the garage, I pulled my keys out of my jacket pocket and unlocked the 2007 Chevy Tahoe that I bought with the inheritance that my father left me. I turned on
Xavier couldn’t believe what he was hearing! He thought that he had gotten rid of Brent Cummings years ago. Either he was back, or Dwight make a mistake, but doubtful. Xavier thought to himself. He had always known that brent was a little off his rocker, but to commit these types of murders he had to be insane! How was he seducing very successful, independent women? He had never been good looking and women now a days, want young, attractive men. Brent was in his twenties when Sierra’s father was killed, he should be pushing his fifties by now! Xavier was trying to wrap his head around this information, but not doing a very good job of it.Dwight pulled him out of his thoughts. “You really are from the stone ages, aren’t you?” He asked, exasperated. “There is such a thing as cosmetic reconstructive surgery!”Xavier hadn’t realized that he h
For some reason, the police purposefully left out the fact that a locket was found at the crime scene and no other artifact was found at the first crime scene. The God of Torture knew that because the locket had sentimental value to Sierra, she was the reason that the locket wasn’t mentioned in the news. Granted he had added a personal touch posing Sheila Andercroft, an up-and-coming defense attorney for the state of Oregon. One thing that he acknowledged was that he loved to toy with his prey.The more he thought about it the more he regretted not displaying his first victim, Vicci. He found her roaming the dark alleyways between Main Street and Andes Blvd. She was his first mercy killing; even though he tortured her she never cried out or cringed in fear. She seemed to welcome the sweet release from the life she lived, he almost felt bad for her…almost.He had always been pleased with all the artwork he displayed, or a
There was no telling what Brent Cummings looked like now, too much time has passed. Mack and Sierra needed to get a photo circulated through the station and throughout the media, but so far, they had no ideas. “We could get a couple photos with different descriptions circulated.” Mack was getting exasperated. “Anything has got to be better than nothing!”“What descriptions, his hair could be a different color, length or he could even be bald. He could have had facial reconstructive surgery; the list goes on! There are just way too many differences.” I wasn’t trying to purposefully be negative, but they all needed to face the facts that this was getting to be just about impossible. “I think that what we need is to call it a night and regroup in the morning, we’ll have fresh eyes and cleared minds.”Mack nodded in agreement; they had headed out the d
“Are you ready to order, sir?” The waitress, at Michelangelo’s Fine Italian Cuisine, was a cute little blonde, with legs for days and full, luscious lips. She had deep green eyes and an hourglass shape. She looked like she was no more than seventeen years old. I wondered what she would look like with tiny cuts all over her soft, milky skin. The images were turning me on, and I needed to keep my mind in the game.“Not quite yet, but I will have bottle of sparkling white wine, chilled, if you would be so kind.” I forced the most charming smile that I could.She smiled at me seductively. “I will be right back with your wine, sir.” She was gone about ten minutes, the wine she brought must have been very special; I wasn’t familiar with the name. as the waitress poured it into a wine glass, I noticed that it was almost clear in color. I took a sip and was pleased with
“You need to get over to my house ASAP!” When Xavier received the call, he noted that Dwight sounded very scared. Maybe he found something important. He raced over to Dwight’s house as fast as possible. Dwight didn’t even wait for the knock on the door; he was already pulling Xavier inside the house.“So, what is so important, I’m dying to know!” Xavier commented as Dwight bolted every window and door. Once everything was secure, Dwight finally answered.“That guy, Brent Cummings, is more dangerous than we thought! He has many different aliases; so far, I have been able to track some of them. I still don’t know what he looks like. I was able to talk to all but one of the cosmetic surgeons that do surgeries on the side, off the books, there were about four. Three of them have rock solid alibis.”“What about the fourth doctor?&rdqu