Chapter 51 #2
He abducted his victims. He even knew some of the parents. He tied and blind-folded them and brought them here. He raped them, sometimes for days, and then let them go—at least at first, but he killed the last few. He was getting careless and worried the police were closing in on him.
I find the edge of the panel. If he hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have noticed, but it swings outward.
The room is exactly where he said it was.
Either when they searched his house, they didn’t look hard enough, or they didn’t care.
From the research I did, I’m betting it was the second.
He’s in good standing in the community with ties to a lot of important people.
When he was arrested, they even apologized to him.
The case was not investigated properly at all.
They failed those children and their families, but I won’t.
There’s a lip that I step over, and then I recoil. I want to throw up, but I don’t.
There’s a bed to the left with ankle and wrist bindings tied to the metal headboard, and toys are spread across the mattress.
I notice a bucket in the corner, offering no privacy.
There’s also a camera on a tripod at the bottom of the bed, and in the back corner is a computer.
It’s obviously been shoved in here hurriedly, so I head its way. There’s only one thing he would hide.
I left his penis in his mouth to shut him up since the sound of his voice makes me want to carve him to pieces, and it seems to be working, since I still can’t hear him.
I kill and hurt people, but him?
He’s evil, pure and simple. He took the most innocent people in the world and hurt them for his own pleasure, and then he got away with it while his victims and their families never will. They will live with it for life.
The computer isn’t even password protected.
There’s an open web browser, showing a site on a dark web, with photos and videos of children so disturbing, I minimize it.
There are so many around the world, I would never be able to stop all of them.
The desktop folders are neatly labeled with names, and I don’t want to look, but I have to be sure, so I pick the one I know.
The man who came to me had a daughter named Sarah.
They caught a clip of her getting into his car.
They knew it was him, but they never looked until her body turned up, abused and naked in the local river three weeks later, and he still got away with it.
Apparently, all DNA evidence was washed away or unusable.
The police said they couldn’t prove it. I don’t think they wanted to.
I think they were paid not to. I’m not foolish enough to believe the police can’t be bought, considering the Sai brothers do it all the time.
I’m nearly sick when I turn on the first clip.
She’s wearing the same pink frilly dress she was last seen in.
Her little matching socks are missing, and for some reason, that infuriates me.
Before she starts to scream, I can’t take it anymore.
Shutting it off, I leave a note stuck to the computer instead.
ALL THE EVIDENCE YOU NEEDED, YOU FUCKWITS. DETECTIVES OLIVERA AND WRIGHT LET THIS MAN GET AWAY TO OFFEND AGAIN. HOLD THEM RESPONSIBLE OR I WILL COME FOR THEM AS WELL.
KARMA
Heading downstairs, I take my fury out on him. When I’m done, he’s nothing but an unrecognizable, bloody mess. That evil room is leaking into me. I need to get out of here. I can’t be here any longer. Besides, he can’t take any more. It’s done.
Once I’m packed, I walk into his hallway, pick up his landline phone, and dial.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“He’ll be dead in under two minutes. Save him if you can.
” I hang up, knowing they’ll trace the call.
It isn’t enough time for them to save him, but it will get their attention, and before morning, it will be on the news.
I already put in a tip, called an old friend at the gazette, and sent him some pictures.
He’ll have all the graphic, gory pictures of this man up on his blog before then.
He’ll live on infamously online just like his victims did.
I leave the same way I came in, through the front door, and head to my bike. I ride the high of my successful hunt, even as my stomach clenches in sickness at what I saw. When I open my phone and the app I need, it shows me their locations. They don’t know I did it.
Zayn is at their company, as is Kane, but Neo is close by at the courthouse, so I drive there.
I feel dirty and sick, and I need them. I need them to wash me clean of that filth and evil.
By the time I get to my destination, I’m feeling a little better, but not much.
I know this world is filled with people like that, but it never gets easier.
Pulling into the lot, I spot one of Neo’s cars a few rows down.
It’s a fancy new black Mercedes, nothing showy but enough to let them know who he is.
I’m just getting off my bike when I hear his familiar laugh.
Spinning around, I spy him on the steps near the parking lot.
He looks really fucking good in his suit.
He holds a briefcase in one hand as he smiles at someone, but a car is blocking my view.
It’s a good smile, friendly and nothing more, but I don’t like the little giggle that responds.
Climbing silently from my bike, I round the car and stop.
There’s a woman next to him in a tight black skirt and white blouse. She reaches out and lays her hand on his arm, saying something, but he steps back, that smile still in place. She doesn’t take the hint, however, and moves closer. His smile tightens, but he doesn’t do anything else.
He’s a dead man.
Does he think because we are just dating that he can let anyone flirt with him? She eventually leaves, and I’m prepared. I still have some of Willow’s drugs, and when he bends over his trunk to put his bag inside, I inject him in the neck. He spins, his eyes widening before he collapses.
“Shit, remind me to thank Willow. This is good,” I mutter as I grab his legs and start to lift him. I have to roll, and it takes a lot of maneuvering before I get him into the trunk, completely passed out.
I may have overreacted since I’m already in a mood from the day I’ve had, but I stand by my actions as I shut the trunk with him inside.
I leave my bike there for now and drive to my house.
Neo and I need to talk.