Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Chatter
T he car rolls to a stop and the dust it kicked up gently settles.
He sits with his phone in his right hand, squeezing it tight, not looking at it.
It’s a modern day stress ball. Holding the phone.
“Sir?”
The driver doesn’t look back. Doesn’t even look in the mirror.
Right ahead is nothing but land. Most of it an open field with tall grass. The grass is mostly dead too. A sign of much needed rain.
Rain to wash everything away…
He opens his door and steps out of the car.
A breeze hits him, grabbing his tie and throwing it over his right shoulder.
He slips his hands into his pockets, including his phone.
He begins to walk and hears a car door open.
He looks back as the driver is starting to get out of the car.
“Sir,” the driver calls out.
“Stay where you are.”
“You’re not supposed to be alone at all.”
“Says who? Who controls me? Huh? Do you control me?”
“No, sir. Of course not.”
“Good. Get back in the fucking car.”
He walks once more.
Yes, he should be a little more careful right now being here. After all, this is technically the leftovers of a crime scene. Police and detectives had been scouring the area for a day after a report of some teeth found by hikers.
‘Hikers.’
He nods, knowing it was all well played by SOFRAW.
A total distraction from what’s really going on. A total diversion of focus and resources. Another masterful kind of move by the bikers.
They knew how to do it and do it well.
He stops walking and looks around.
The air is clean out here. It’s fresh. It’s a great place to think, that’s for sure.
He pictures the bikers pulling the teeth of their traitorous member. Then some of them coming out here and scattering the teeth around. Then to top it all off, they had chunks of skin and blood everywhere. Definitely from a different body though.
All designed and executed, and it worked wonders.
Or at least it bought them some time.
Any big city would have the resources to investigate deeper and know this is all bullshit.
But Cielo liked to be quiet. Off the radar, so to say.
That’s why he loves it here so much.
His phone begins to vibrate.
He checks the screen. Nods.
Answers the call.
“Sir, I have names and locations for you.”
“Excellent,” he says. “About the other thing?”
“Right. Exactly what you think. As far as they all care, the guy is dead. Chief knows how to spin a good story. Sits behind his desk with a fat cigar in his mouth, talking with confidence. The assumption is he was on the run and ended up getting attacked. Coyotes or a bear or something.”
“No real forensics?”
“Not for these guys.”
“Not even for the murder of one of their detectives?”
“That guy was basically rogue anyway, sir. What he was trying to do had not been signed off on. I get the vibe he was a big pain in the ass and his death is secretly a relief.”
“But they play the part of caring anyway,” he says, nodding. “So now they have some teeth to prove DNA and they assume something and everyone accepts it and moves on.”
“Correct, sir.”
“These bikers should be playing the lottery with the luck they have.”
“With all due respect, sir, they know how the town works. They control situations like this. We have to be careful.”
“Did you really use the word ‘we’ as though you are part of this?”
“Apologies, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
He hangs up the phone. That’s the answer.
He takes a few more steps and crouches down.
The odds of finding a tooth is definitely slim to none, but you never know.
He only searches for a few seconds before standing back up.
He turns and walks back to the car and climbs into the back seat.
One thing he knows for sure is that SOFRAW is powerful. Very powerful.
That’s expected, so there’s no surprise there.
It’s interesting to watch from his angle. That’s how he looks at it.
As of now, just hiding in the background, watching everything fall into place. Or just simply fall apart.
“Drive,” he orders.
The driver nods with a ‘yes, sir’ look on his face and the car begins to move.
He puts the divider window up, making the back seat impossible to look into.
It’s completely soundproof too.
He reaches to his right and touches the rope carefully tied around the woman’s wrists. She’s still shaking, which is to be expected. Her teeth try to chatter but can’t due to the piece of cloth tied around her mouth. A blindfold over her eyes keeps her in the dark, literally.
She’s sitting topless, wearing nothing but green panties. Taken right from a private room at a strip club. Teased with money first. Then tied up and taken away. She thought she was going to have some car sex and that was that.
That’s not how he liked it.
Sex… is boring.
He needs more.
His right hand touches the woman’s left breast. He pinches her nipple with his thumb and middle finger, as hard as he can, until she’s struggling for relief and tears drip down her face from under the blindfold.
He swipes the tears away and then licks his finger.
“When you’re someone like me, these situations can prove to be very delicate,” he says. “You can scream if you want, but I assure you the back seat is soundproof and we are so far away from the city right now that nobody will hear a thing.”
He pulls the gag from her mouth.
She looks ready to scream but doesn’t.
“Look, this is going too far for me,” she says. “You paid me but nowhere near enough for this kind of shit. I’m working a shift, okay? I can’t lose my job over this.”
“What do you want then? Ten grand? A hundred grand? Want a million in cash?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Nobody and everybody all mixed together. And sometimes I have crazy urges. Sometimes I want someone to fuck me as hard as they can in the back seat of a car.”
“I can do that,” she says.
He slaps his hand over her mouth. He squeezes.
“Other times I have the urge to just fucking kill someone as violently as I can.”
That’s when the woman attempted to scream again.
He kept his hand on her mouth, nice and tight, feeling her trying to fight him off.
He felt his cock getting stiffer and thicker in his pants.
He smiled.
The outlaw bikers weren’t the only ones who enjoyed ending someone’s life for the fuck of it once in a while.