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  I hid myself and waited for the car to pass me and reach the house. Having loaded everything into the trunk of the car, switched it on with the lights turned off and sped away. Having had enough for one night, needed to reach home and download all the info from their phones. I might not have much time and needed to work fast, if I was going to get all the data. I went to the farm, since my parents were not at home, I needed the time and silence to work in peace. It took me a few hours to work through all the phones and download all the information that they contained. This I saved on a laptop that I had never connected to the internet, having permanently disabled its Wi-Fi, and other connecting capabilities. This was a safe computer and one which was going to be used only for my Blood Thrills.

  Early morning found me fast asleep; this slumber didn’t leave until later that evening. I was exhausted and needed to feel refreshed. Getting out of bed, had a quick shower, ate a speedy dinner and went for a walk out on the farm. In the distance the sun was beginning to set and everything looked so peaceful. Having left the bodies for the police to find, did not know how many days or hours before they would eventually reach the kill Scene. My path took me around the farm and eventually back to my doorstep. Lounging on the couch and casually turning on the TV, revealed nothing. The cops were going to take time and being led by that dumbass Brian Miller, might never reach the place. Perhaps they needed a bit of help from me.

  7. The Investigation

  Brian Miller was standing in front of the Murder Board and gesturing with a pointer, on a bright Monday morning. We have three suspects he said and began to go over the names with the rest of the team.

  ‘We have Tim, he’s a loan shark. He’s a tolerant person, but we suspect he might have flipped and started to off the girls that were not able to pay back. Then we have a pimp who goes by the name of Jazz Banger, he’s short, stocky and a man of color. The third suspect we have is a rapist who’s never been caught. He goes by the street name of Donkey Dick. His has a big; you know what, and is known to makes horrible grunting noises during the act. All of them have motive but we don’t have any direct evidence linking them to the crimes as yet. Cameras located at prostitution hotspots, have revealed nothing, just a lot of cars with tinted windows stopping to talk to the girls. The killer or killers have been very cautious and have left no clues at the crime scenes. We also know that the next kill is expected anytime soon. Surveillance has been heightened across the city; uniforms are constantly on the lookout for anyone or anything suspicious. Okay team, that’s all for this morning’s briefing. And wait… wait… before you leave. We’ve finally found a working girl who says she might have seen the killer’s face, as she was taken, but managed to get away. The $100k reward brought in a lot of responses but this lead is now starting to show a lot of promise. She will be in to work with our sketch artist this afternoon. Also we have protestors who’ve asked for permission to organize a peaceful protest against the city and the police, for not being able to keep it safe. This is not ‘Black Lives Matter,’ but a totally new group called, ‘Minority Guardians.’ Chief has asked for us to allow it, so long as nothing unlawful is being done. If no laws were being broken, the protest is going to be carried out on Wednesday. The lieutenant has also Okayed the protests and we are going to need all hands on deck. Your portfolios will be ready latest… first thing tomorrow morning. All right team, it looks like we’ve got out jobs cut out for us. So chop-chop, let’s get this mess sorted.’

  Later Brian was standing outside the office, looking over the car park when he was approached by his partner Sergeant Jackie.

  ‘Things are starting to look really fucked up.’

  ‘We don’t know that just yet, keep looking. And by the way you’re looking really hot in that dress suit.’

  ‘Not here honey.’ She almost whispered back. Brian had taken it upon himself to look after his partner in the most intimate way possible, and they were now fuck-buddies as well. She took a last drag on her cigarette before extinguishing it below her heel clad feet. He watched as her beautiful ass swayed in front of him, while she walked back to the bullpen.

  Brian strode over confidently to his car and with the style of a hero, opened the door, sitting behind the wheel. Firing it up, he headed off to the morgue. Here his intention was to look over the bodies and try to find anything that he might have missed. Each body had been preserved in a freezer chamber. He pulled each one out and kept staring, as though trying to divine some great mystery. He looked closely, tilting his head to the left and then the right. He had looked over these bodies a hundred times before, but kept forgetting all his notes. He had in his hand his little pocket notebook and a pen. Beginning to write down, ‘The killer is left handed. Slits on the throat are large and deep. C-section performed on each member. Signs of a struggle visible, through burse marks. Victims either put up or a fight or were just played with. The killer must not have acted alone - there must have been two or more.’

  He stood back and continued his silent analysis. He had indeed received a startling clue but as yet was not able to grasp its meaning in its entirety. He casually walked out of the morgue and strolled leisurely over to a roadside cafe. Here he continued to cogitate on the case trying to make sense of all these killings that seemed to have no meaning other than, to satisfy the lust of some sick twisted individuals.

  The more he thought about it, the further it became clear to him, that there was indeed more than one killer. There must have been - with so many bruise marks, there had to be at least one other person involved. The victims had tried to escape, or perhaps were even given the chance to escape, to make it all that more enjoyable. This was purely a game of cat and mouse, only that the mouse never stood a chance of escape. He sat back quite content with his deductions and pulled out a cigarette to smoke in peace. Deep in his loins something started to stir, even as he thought of Jackie and their sex date tonight. He loved the way she took him in her mouth and sent him to the highest heavens. He enjoyed taking her doggy style, which allowed him to fuck her deep. His thrill knew no bounds as her screams and squeals filled the air. He was a busy man with an important job, playing lead detective had given him a sense of pride and he wanted to be the only one that cracked this case, and reap all the benefits that came with it. His name would be on everyone’s lips; as the detective that saved a city from terror.

  Brandy the street hooker walked into the PD, to give her description of the murderers’ face. Brian was there to greet her and took her into the interrogation room for questioning.

  She was a well built black woman, with a large smile that hid all of her hurt and pain. She was one of those girls that managed to get a fuck every night and was good at her art.

  ‘Do you have any idea, what we girls go through every night, living on the streets, and this fucking country calls our work illegal. You cops are pigs, do you want the names of cops that come and fuck me for free. Corrupt bastards, that’s what y’all are. All you motherfuckers come and fuck our girls for free, and then come back later and arrest us. Shitfaced cops, that’s what y’all are.’

  ‘Get a real job.’

  ‘Fuck you.’

  ‘Let’s get down to business. Give me something real and I’ll let you claim your reward. Tell me about the person who abducted you’

  ‘What person?’

  ‘Quit playing games. Why are you here?’

  ‘Who said there was one person?’

  ‘How many were there?’

  ‘Three,’ pat came her reply. Brian was right after all, he had guessed that there was more than one, but had kept his suspicions to himself. He could feel that he was getting closer now; somehow he was going to get to the bottom of this.

  ‘So there were three men?’

  ‘No, it was two men and one woman.’ This shocked him, as he hadn't considered the possibility of there being a woman. The whole case was now taking on a different direction. He was also surprised as to how silent the streets had become, when it came to t
alking to the cops. He saw a great divide between the local PD and the general public. The cops were hated much more than ever and this could be the reason for all the escalating crime in the city. ‘Must get closer to the ground,’ he thought.

  ‘How did it go down?’

  ‘Okay, here’s how it fucking started okay… I was standing near the park, flashing my juicy ass. Then this big fucking car… motherfucking big, pulls up, two men in the front and that white bitch in the back. They wanted me to get down and dirty… some kinky shit, you know… kinky-ass-shit. They had a lot of money. White bitch and I start making out… they had some nice whisky, I tell you that… We reach this dark fucking place, the boys want me to get out and fuck on the hood… I was game for shit you know… already bitch-ass drunk. I get out of my clothes and the assholes push me to the ground. White bitch went for her camera phone and started videoing us. Bitch never gets out of the car. The driver all of a sudden has a knife in his hand. I get scared, motherfucking scared… It looked like a knife used to butcher animals you know, thin and curved at the end. These motherfuckers were going to slit my throat I thought. But they did not know that my bitch-ass was not going down. Fuck you… nah-ah! I picked up some sand threw it into his eyes, and then I kicked the other fucker in his stomach. You ain’t gonna’ fuck with Brandy… I started to run, fuck run… I reached the main road and there was this big rig… Fuck I knew that fucker driver. He’d fucked me so many times, I jumped in and we drove off. I had to blow that dick for free… you know why… he gave me a shirt, and pants, and money to go back. It was scary… I was scared for my life… and where the fuck where the cops ha… where?

  With that she buried her face in her hands and started to cry. Brian waited for sometime before putting his hand on her and comforted her saying, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll get them.’

  ‘Yeah, you get those bastards. I am just a bitch trying to survive…’

  Brian called the sketch artist, and asked that he do his job here in secrecy, as the case was too sensitive and every bit of information needed to be guarded. Brian had started to become ever watchful, as there were leaks happening, and he had become suspicious of his own team. He left her alone with the artist and went to get her a burger, fries and coke.

  Later when they were done, Brian sat back to study the sketches he had in front of him. Unknown to him, he was holding the portraits of Nick, Jen, and the Driver in his hands. All he needed to do now was to find out who those three individuals were. Should the sketches be released to the public or could the police handle this on their own. He would first run the sketches through facial recognition and hopefully something would turn up. Next he would run everything through the police database and hopefully get lucky. He called Jackie and gave her instructions on how he wanted everything to be done; he then went out for a smoke to clear his head.

  When he walked back there was a cop in uniform waiting for him, as there was a missing person’s report that she thought he needed to know about. He walked over to her desk and there were two sturdy security guards waiting to talk to him. They wanted to report that their boss and his wife had not been home for three days now. Their phones remained switched off and there had been absolutely no communication. They had a few photos of the couple for him to see. He looked at these photographs and began to ponder, turning his head first to the left and then the right. Something was strikingly familiar with the faces he had been looking at. Slowly it began to dawn on him. He politely asked them to continue talking to the officer as he would like to check the photos against his database. At Jackie’s desk he threw the photos in front of her, asking her to look closely. As she looked, her jaw began to drop open. ‘No,’ she barely whispered. ‘Oh shit, this is it.’

  ‘Make the necessary arrangements to have this case transferred to us and meet me in 15.’ Jackie would now need to get this report transferred from Missing Persons’ to Homicide.

  Later Brian and Jackie were in a car following the security guards back to the house. Jen and Nick had a palatial mansion with beautiful lawns and big cars. The detectives were let into the house, as the security guards returned to the post right at the head of the driveway. Brian walked around the house and observed everything, the furniture, paintings, and layout of the home.

  The couple had photos all over the place and it was abundantly clear to him now, that he had found two killers. Eventually they reached the bedroom on the first floor and tried to open the wall cupboard but it was locked.

  ‘We need a warrant to search this place.’ He instructed Jackie. ‘Keep things under wraps and let’s come back later.’ With that they left the place, only returning later that evening.

  I had been going through all the information on the phones of all my victims and had decided to get my hands on the computer that remained in the house. Brian could have cracked the case wide open, had he not been such a stickler for rules. He should have lifted the Apple MacBook, right then and there. This he failed to do. I had been creeping in from the back when I saw them leaving the house. I took my phone out and quickly grabbed pictures of the two. They were a distance away, but the app that I was using was good, with amazing zoom capabilities and I was able to get a few good pictures. Looking around for security cameras revealed that there was nothing in the back; stupid people had security cameras only in the front of the house, this made it really easy for me to gain entry through the back door. This was dangerous now, since I did not know if there were cameras inside the house. Mostly not, but I could not take a chance.

  I walked inside carefully and as luck would have it, there did not seem to be any cameras inside the house. I briskly walked over to the bedroom and put the MacBook in my backpack. This was gold as good fortune would have it. I was literally tearing the case away from the cops. Brian should have been much more prudent with the speed of his investigation; he was now paying a very heavy price. I had a gift waiting for him, in a house on top of a hill, where the bodies of three people waited for him. He had better find them fast and clean up that mess, as I was not able to visit that house anymore with those decomposing bodies strewn around. Who knows, pretty soon I might have a few more gifts for him.

  8. The Case Opens up

  The next morning with warrant in hand Brian and the cops returned to turn the place upside down. Having already run their names through the police database, he was aware about their strip club and porn business. A simultaneous raid was also being conducted at the strip club. The house revealed nothing except a key to a bank locker that was found hidden under a table in the bedroom. This he took back to the police station to figure out which bank this locker might belong to. The raid at the strip club revealed nothing, as the computer had been wiped clean. If there was anything to be found, it was either on their phones or on the one MacBook which was now safely in my possession.

  It was only by late afternoon, that the key was inserted into the right locker and the contents were emptied out onto a table. The legal documents of two houses’ were found, the house that they had already searched and the one on top of the hill. There were also a few diamond rings and a toothbrush. All these items were secured and taken back to the PD.

  Brian called a closed-door meeting with all the officers associated with the case, including the Lieutenant. This was a high profile meeting and things needed to be handled with utmost care.

  Brian was standing in the front; on his side was Jackie, his trusted sidekick. The Lieutenant stood in front of the blood-board and expressed her desire to get this case solved as quickly as possible. Lieutenant Ellen was thoughtful as well as she was pretty. Her attractive face usually fooled people into thinking of her as someone pretty stupid. Her wits and brains however told a different story, she was as sharp as they came with an intelligence to match. This was her first case however that had been so traumatizing. Which had resulted in her beauty getting contorted into something else with each passing day, the repeated calls from the Police Chief had done nothing to quell her despondency. Th
e entire city was blaming her and the station for the mess they were in. Something needed to be done about The Butcher, and it needed to be done quickly.

  ‘People, we’ve had enough. We have enough now to work this case and bring it to final closure. I don't want any more leaks - please work in harmony. I want all this to be closed by the time we come into work tomorrow morning - Brian please don’t fuck this up,’ she murmured as she turned and moved to the side, leaving the center of the room to him.