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  I had also started my undergrad studies, seeking to eventually become a cardiologist. This suited my interests very well. My mom was a heart woman and my dad was a head man, together they formed a very balanced team. From an early age, I had showed them that their child was more than capable of taking care of himself. Seeing my maturity from then on, they had decided to leave me alone, hoping that their only son would find a purpose and a calling for himself. This could not have been further from the truth for I did have a purpose and a calling. I was like a savior, a city savior. Bringing peace to many a troubled soul - each fucking criminal I took down, meant that there were other people who could now get on with their lives, unhindered by previously mentioned evil criminal. I was the answer to someone’s prayers. But deep down, there was this deep-seated need, the need for blood. Just like Dracula - I did not want to drink blood, but I liked to see it flow. I liked the God-play that was involved. My game was not meticulous, in fact far from it. Actively liking to juggle things around, this was what kept my brain active and charged. My heart however was very dead. I did feel things; I could feed off the fear from other people. When my knife was jammed into a person’s throat, my heart would pick up on fear and desperation. Like the Great White, I was able to sense fear and blood from miles away. I knew how to look at fear and was especially skilled at working it. I could put the fear of God into you.

  But I could always feel that my heart was seeking something, some new meaning, some unanticipated and unknown knowledge. Was I trying to play God in the world? Maybe Satan had first ignited my soul on fire, baptizing me in the blood of poison and venom. Personally I did not care, where and what fomented my thoughts, the need was there and after blood began to flow because of my exertions, a great peace would descend into my heart. Yeah I could feel, but was not however, able to feel as others felt. Each kill gave my life new meaning and direction. It was a confidence that just never left me, during the thrill of the chase, I think sometimes I could feel my own fear, but I am as yet not able to accurately detect where it was all coming from. It was all very confusing to me; my life was very mystifying, until I saw blood. Once that crimson liquid started to flow, everything began to make sense. Simple… … Plain… … Perfect. Everything crystallized at the sight of blood.

  ***

  Brian and his team minus Jackie sat huddled around the table during their early morning briefing.

  ‘This is where we find ourselves.’ Brian Began. ‘We are not sure as yet, but we either have an individual or a team, hunting the same quarry we are after. Now the other team, we shall call Phantom, as the intentions of their involvement is still a mystery. First Phantom chased down The Butcher, took all the equipment and decamped. After which they found out about strip club owner Robert and took him down, escaping with his electronic equipment. Not giving us a fair chance; but trying to do our job, leaving us clueless and embarrassed. What personal vendetta, they hold is still a mystery. But at each and every step he or they have outfoxed us. The whole PD has been left with a disgraced face. Yep, we are red in the face, red with embarrassment. To add insult to injury, Jackie was slashed right in front of us, and he got away. If we are to apprehend him or them successfully, we need to find their motivating factor. What is the motive, it all sounds fucking crazy, but we got to get to the bottom of this. The Chief is considering handing over the case to the FBI, if things continue to get out of hand. Susan, who investigated the crime scene yesterday, will lead us through the sequence of events.’

  Susan cleared her throat before she began, ‘We believe that Phantom was waiting outside when he approached Robert. There was a brief conversation before he assailed Robert, by sticking him in the throat with a knife. Blood Work conducted has revealed that this knife also has trace blood residue from one of the previously kills, one of the working girls. This is the fourth knife and we believe that there are two more out there. After stabbing the victim the killer then proceeded to enter the office at the back of the club, from where he took property that belonged to the victim - mainly his laptop and may be money, but as yet that is not a certainty. After this he left the building and went into hiding, close to the crime scene, which was when he was found by Brian and Jackie. He pretended to be a belligerent teen drunk. Even though the canine unit was onto him, he seems to have climbed up atop a building from where he made his way back to the crime scene. Where he created a situation that led to the stabbing of Jackie.’

  ‘Thank you Susan,’ Brian said, shrugging his shoulder. There was a long moment of silence before he continued. ‘Matt, you’re the profiler, what new inputs do you have for us?’

  Matt was looking a little lost this morning, feeling that he had been letting his friends down. ‘There is a certainty that this individual; I am leaning towards the belief that this is all the work of a single individual.’ His colleagues began to give him that vague look. That ‘Don’t be stupid,’ kind of look. ‘Before you think I’m crazy talking, hear me out.’ He said.

  ‘The M.O being followed by the Phantom is pretty much straightforward. He uses the same knives and it’s always stuck into the throat of the individual. What do you think, such a person hopes to accomplish? What message is he trying to send? He likes to silence his victims in more ways than one. By attacking the throat, he’s cutting through the windpipe, the food and liquids pipe, the carotid artery - which is a bleeder, once cut; that person is definitely going to bleed out. The spinal cord is also injured. There’s no chance of survival for any of the victims. He wants to silence his victims and make it as painful as possible. If this individual is allowed to remain free - I suspect that things are going to get a lot worse. His killings are going to get more gruesome and painful for the victims. This is not the work of a crazy killer, but the work of a very duplicitous madman. These types of people suffer from APSD (Antisocial Personality Disorders) and have strong personality disorders like psychopathy and sociopathy…

  He stalks and takes out his victims. His planning and execution strategy is almost flawless. He’s someone who’s a very hard worker and doesn't need any outside motivation. There is nothing that we can offer to attract him to us. He’s not the kind to take bait, he would rather bait you. It’s difficult to tell you his exact age, but I’m leaning towards very early twenties.’

  ‘If that is true,’ Brian said, ‘then we’ve got a very serious problem on our hands. We need to work faster than this… I’m sure all of you realize this. Go on Matt, what else you got.’

  ‘Well, he’s a very hard worker, the kind that just won’t stop working. Also a very clean worker, someone who’s used to a lot of physical work, and his thought process is much disciplined. Murder is not something that is extraordinary; it’s natural for this individual. He considers it a part of life, as long as there are people he will always be tempted.’

  ‘So we’re up against a very powerful and skilled individual!’ Brian declared. ‘But against our forces he is nothing; we have the backing of the entire police force behind us. Let’s get him soon and put this to rest.’

  With that the meeting was over and the special team went back to their individual daily duties. Brian was taking stock and arranging all the facts on his computer. ‘There must be a way around this,’ he thought. He was meeting with the bartender today and many questions were now begging to be answered.

  When the bartender arrived at the PD, he was shown into an interrogation room. Brain sat with him, camera turned on, which the rest of the team was watching on the CCTV, located now in the team room.

  ‘What is your nature of work at the club?’ Brian began.

  ‘Mixing and serving drinks,’ Justin replied.

  ‘Have you ever noticed any unusual business activities, being carried out by your boss Robert? Please think carefully before answering.’

  ‘I don’t know too much, I’m just the barkeep, what I can say is that he was very unusual. Always quite and calm… keeping mostly to himself… listen I’m not the person you should be talking
to. He has an assistant… goes by the name of Acer. He’s Mr. Moneybags, you know. You sometimes see him carrying-in a big black bag, like a disposable trash bag. Whenever he came in with that bag, everyone knew that money had arrived. It usually happened before payday, most of the time we would be paid in cash. One of the perks of working there I guess.’

  ‘This Acer, what does he look like?’

  ‘Well, he’s over 6 feet tall, mild-mannered, blond hair, mid 30s, and always looking like someone was going to kill him.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘His eyes would never sit still you know… always looking around, looking over his shoulders. I mean… he looked like shit was going to go down at any time.’

  ‘How do we contact this Acer?’

  ‘I wouldn't know man… but he usually shows at the rear entrance to the club, twice or thrice a week. You could try tonight… the club hasn't shut down; this would mean he’s now calling all the shots. There has been no official communication, which means it’s going to be business as usual today.’

  ‘Listen Justin, I appreciate you being frank and open with me. I just need you to be doing one more thing for us. Wear a camera under your shirt okay, we’ll hide it pretty good, so you have nothing to be worried about. We’ll also give you an emergency button in case this shit goes south. Do that for us, and we’ll protect you… we’ll give you complete immunity which would mean, you would not be required to testify in court, you’ll get all this for your complete and full cooperation.’

  ‘Sure, I want to work in a safe environment. God knows, our city needs to clean up its act. Things are really getting out of hand.’

  ‘Please take this seriously, it’s not a game. I know it sounds exciting to be involved in a fucking police sting operation, but please remember at all times, that this is serious business and people can get hurt. Before going into work today, the team will make contact with you and string you up. Is that understood?’

  ‘Yes Sir!’

  Later that evening most of the team went to visit Jackie at the hospital. She was lying in bed and resting when the guys from her team showed up. She held her side and tried to move toward them.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Jane said. How you holding up?

  ‘Can’t wait to get back into work I’m missing the team so much.’

  ‘Yeah, we miss having you around,’ Matt’s voice sounded very reassuring as he said that.

  ‘Things are heating up and as soon as you’re in, your work will be ready for you,’ Brian offered.

  The team spent a few more minutes with her before returning to the PD. They were in a huddle, when the door flew open and in walked the chief. ‘Brain, I expect you to personally update me on any new developments, is that understood? The fuck is wrong with the city,’ screamed Chief Mark Johnson. He was a very red and angry man. Who after delivering his message, stormed out of the room.

  ‘Don’t bother with that, what got up his ass?’ Brian said with obvious irritation.

  The chief was angry at the thought of losing the city to violence and crime, besides he was the only one who had to answer to the mayor.

  That evening before Justin went into work, he first visited a police surveillance vehicle, where he was hooked up to a camera and microphone; he would also now carry a panic button in his pocket. Through the earpiece he was also able to talk to the team. Brian was in his car, listening to everything that was happening.

  At 8 pm sharp, Acer walked in, calling an emergency meeting with everyone, except the DJ and the dancers. ‘Things are not going to stop,’ he began. ‘Everyone needs to continue as usual, I’m in charge now. If the cops show up, point them to my office, I will take care of those cunts… motherfuckers. Alright then, get the fuck back to work.’

  Around 9 pm a black Cadillac XTR with dark windows pulled-up outside the club. The driver got out and went to open the backdoor of the car. Upon opening it, a man with black hat and dark glasses got out, who was soon followed by another person dressed in expensive clothes; who was in-turn was followed by another dressed like the first, with black hat and dark glasses. The surveillance team recognized the Russian Mafia boss, Vladimir Oniani. ‘What’s he doing here?’ Jane whispered. ‘Fuck would I know,’ Greg shot back; he was from Tactical. His expertise was required in case of a high-risk situation; he was to play a major role if things escalated. The Russian Boss was escorted into the backroom to meet with Acer, who was sitting in front of a laptop. He swiveled in his chair and got up to shake the bosses’ hand, which he in turn did not extend to welcome the handshake.

  ‘We have new girls from Russia.’ he said. ‘Get rid of these American bitches, our girls will work for less. They are ready to move in,’ all this was being picked up by the listening bug; Jason had tossed into a corner of the room. The team was listening intently to the conversation coming-in over the radio. ‘I don’t think we can do that,’ Acer was saying. ‘Are you trying to fuck with me, you dumb American prick. I will cut your testicles off and send them to be buried back home in Mother Russia.’ ‘The girls cannot be removed; they make and bring in all the money, your Russian bitches are useless.’ ‘Look at all your pale white cunts, what can they do?’ ‘No one can do anything right now, let’s just leave things the way they are.’ ‘Fuck you; I've come personally to look into the matter. I will take back all of my investment, if things do not improve.’ ‘You can’t do that, with all due respect. There’s nothing left.’ ‘Otva`li,’ the boss swore in Russian, telling Acer to fuck off. ‘This order needs to be followed, get rid of those bitches, and move my beautiful sexy cunts in, do this or he will slit your throat right now.’ He said pointing towards the big Russian bear standing next to him. ‘Give me two weeks,’ Acer replied. ‘Good, take care of business.’ With that the Mafia Boss got up and left.

  The team in the surveillance vehicle had picked up the conversation loud and clear. Matt was the first one to speak. ‘Did you just hear that…?’ He had barely finished his sentence when the backdoor of the vehicle was pulled open and in jumped Brian. ‘Yeah, I heard that too.’ That had nothing to do with the dancers. Vladimir Oniani was asking him to find and finish the Phantom. ‘Let’s just follow them, maybe they will lead us to the Phantom and we can then take him and them.’

  ***

  Acer knew all about the night that Robert was hanging about the house on top of the hill. He knew about the car, the murders, and the missing money. He now had to deal with the murder of Robert. Someone had come dangerously close to their operations. This person needed to be found and killed, before he could cause any more damage. It had now fallen onto his shoulders to silence this intruder. He sat down in front of the computer, with his hands pressing against his temples, how was he going to go on without a single clue? He wasn't fooling himself, he knew the cops were onto him, and would now be following his every move. He took comfort in the fact that he had cops, who were receiving regular money from him. He would now have to call-in a favor. He needed to know what the cops knew about this trespasser. He placed a call from his cell phone to Bill - asking him to come and meet him at a Starbucks nearby.

  ‘Bill, what's the deal with this murder that happened at our club?’

  ‘I’ve got nothing for you bro… this case has been assigned to Detective Brian Miller. They have a separate room and everything is kept under wraps, it’s rumored that this is the job of some smartass kid.’

  ‘Bullshit Bill, give me the real deal.’

  ‘One more thing… he’s the same guy responsible for all the other recent kills. He’s super smart and all you guys had better watch out.’

  ‘Fuck you… you cops better watch your own asses… before he kills that fucking chief of yours… he’s a fucking shady dude… I tell you that…’

  ‘Fuck you mob guys… he’s coming man, he’s coming to get you. All of you.’

  ‘You’re not helping me you know. Why the fuck do I need to keep paying you?’

  ‘These are the perks of the job; fuck
ing bad guys need to pay us. Pay up or leave this fuckin’ city.’

  ‘Fuck you and this fucking Serial Killer City.’

  Both of them turned and left, none too pleased with the recent exchange.

  Acer wasn't done as yet; he had a few tricks up his sleeve as well. He had to think and think fast. Deciding that he needed to find out who was sending those messages to Robert and if he found that person, he could then find the killer. His mind told him that, Phantom was already in possession of this information, it would be best to find out who that person was - the person who had been communicating with Robert.

  Acer was Robert’s business partner and financer, and he had lost a considerable amount of money, when things were looking up and about to scale, this had to happen. He was mighty pissed-off with everything and now that Russian Boss was on his tail. Unknown to him the cops were also following him.

  He walked back to the club and entered the office at the back. He was feeling the stress of everything and asked for Red Rose to come into his office. She was his favorite stripper and gave a mouthwatering blowjob. As soon as she entered he stood up and let his pants drop to the floor. She took his dick in her mouth and got down to the business of sucking him off. He placed both of his hands behind her head and began to slowly fuck her mouth. His thrusts got faster and deeper as he began to climax. He began to burst into her mouth, as he pulled out and came all over her face. She did not stop but took his cock back into her mouth and began to clean him up. He was shaking violently with the orgasm he had just experienced. He always enjoyed his time spent in her mouth, but now that it was over, he no longer had any work for her and got rid of her. He sat back to think and come to some conclusion, any conclusion would do.