pleaded as Cole made his way to the counter where his phone was.
He held the phone to his ear and I could hear him talking in a low, soothing, tone for a few minutes. He ended the call and slipped his smartphone into his pants pocket, and walked back towards us.
“She’s fine… knows nothing. I told her we wanted to take her and Franklin out for dinner next week. Said she’ll look at her calendar and let me know what date works for them.” He smiled weakly.
“Thanks ,” I said, my double meaning understood.
“Well, we ’ll keep you up to date of any new information.”
Detective Johansen turned to his partner and pointed to the door. “We’ll be finished outside in about a half hour. It would be better if you just stayed here until we’re done.”
“Whoa there ,” Michelle called out. Detective Johansen spun around to face her. “Did you find anything on the security cameras? Was there another note inside either of the boxes?”
“That information is being kept confidential for now . I’m asking for your cooperation. Can I count on you?”
She stood mesmerized… Hello, Michelle…wake the hell up.
“Sure.” She nodded enthusiastically as she uttered her monosyllabic answer.
He winked, “But you don’t have to worry, I’ll have an officer posted outside…you got nothing to be concerned about.” He turned to go.
“ Easy for you to say, you don’t have some crazy son of a bitch running around town dropping mutilated body parts off at your door and leaving cryptic messages, right?”
“ You’re right I don’t, but I understand your concerns, and believe me, we are doing everything we can right now.” He looked at Cole and me, then Michelle. “Just be patient with me… please .”
Cole and I nodded.
“ Just hurry, please ,” Michelle replied mimicking the detective.
“Thank you detective.” I sat up and grabbed the glass of water Michelle held out for me.
“Dean,” he blurted out.
“Excuse me?”
“My name is Dean… Grace .” He winked.
He flashed his megawatt smile and I saw Michelle’s eyes light up. He walked through the kitchen into the hallway and after pulling the door open, shut it behind them as they both walked out. Michelle stood and quickly walked over to the door. She opened it a few inches and peeked out.
“Thank you ,” she called out. Then she stepped back in shutting the door.
“Holy Christ…here we go again ,” I mumbled.
“I get the feeling he didn’t tell us everything he could have,” Michelle said.
“I know he didn’t… I’ve got a phone call I need to make.” Cole pulled his phone out of his pocket again as he walked into Michelle’s office closing the door behind him.
“Do you know most people —like normal people, that is—don’t experience this…this craziness their whole fucking life...their whole fucking life? How is it that we are having to do this again?” I trailed off.
Chapter 6
He slowly pushed the door open, a small fraction at a time, in an attempt to be as quiet as possible. Mother would be watching her shows right about now, and he mustn’t interrupt her shows. She would be spread out across the couch upstairs like a beached whale. He hated how her obese frame caused the couch to bend in the middle. Her fat would slip into the dirty folds of the old sofa. She would scream like the Banshee of Hell if he disturbed her, even if for a single fucking second.
He was smarter than she was. She didn’t even know about his special room. Of course, she was too fat and lazy to ever come down the stairs. Probably would have a heart attack if she tried.
He descended the steps, creeping slowly, silently. He glowered at the sunlight struggling to penetrate through the dark painted windows, slipping in through the tiny cracks in the camouflage. He would have to repaint the windows again. He liked his privacy. This was his special place. Where he was in total control. He couldn’t have
He held the phone to his ear and I could hear him talking in a low, soothing, tone for a few minutes. He ended the call and slipped his smartphone into his pants pocket, and walked back towards us.
“She’s fine… knows nothing. I told her we wanted to take her and Franklin out for dinner next week. Said she’ll look at her calendar and let me know what date works for them.” He smiled weakly.
“Thanks ,” I said, my double meaning understood.
“Well, we ’ll keep you up to date of any new information.”
Detective Johansen turned to his partner and pointed to the door. “We’ll be finished outside in about a half hour. It would be better if you just stayed here until we’re done.”
“Whoa there ,” Michelle called out. Detective Johansen spun around to face her. “Did you find anything on the security cameras? Was there another note inside either of the boxes?”
“That information is being kept confidential for now . I’m asking for your cooperation. Can I count on you?”
She stood mesmerized… Hello, Michelle…wake the hell up.
“Sure.” She nodded enthusiastically as she uttered her monosyllabic answer.
He winked, “But you don’t have to worry, I’ll have an officer posted outside…you got nothing to be concerned about.” He turned to go.
“ Easy for you to say, you don’t have some crazy son of a bitch running around town dropping mutilated body parts off at your door and leaving cryptic messages, right?”
“ You’re right I don’t, but I understand your concerns, and believe me, we are doing everything we can right now.” He looked at Cole and me, then Michelle. “Just be patient with me… please .”
Cole and I nodded.
“ Just hurry, please ,” Michelle replied mimicking the detective.
“Thank you detective.” I sat up and grabbed the glass of water Michelle held out for me.
“Dean,” he blurted out.
“Excuse me?”
“My name is Dean… Grace .” He winked.
He flashed his megawatt smile and I saw Michelle’s eyes light up. He walked through the kitchen into the hallway and after pulling the door open, shut it behind them as they both walked out. Michelle stood and quickly walked over to the door. She opened it a few inches and peeked out.
“Thank you ,” she called out. Then she stepped back in shutting the door.
“Holy Christ…here we go again ,” I mumbled.
“I get the feeling he didn’t tell us everything he could have,” Michelle said.
“I know he didn’t… I’ve got a phone call I need to make.” Cole pulled his phone out of his pocket again as he walked into Michelle’s office closing the door behind him.
“Do you know most people —like normal people, that is—don’t experience this…this craziness their whole fucking life...their whole fucking life? How is it that we are having to do this again?” I trailed off.
Chapter 6
He slowly pushed the door open, a small fraction at a time, in an attempt to be as quiet as possible. Mother would be watching her shows right about now, and he mustn’t interrupt her shows. She would be spread out across the couch upstairs like a beached whale. He hated how her obese frame caused the couch to bend in the middle. Her fat would slip into the dirty folds of the old sofa. She would scream like the Banshee of Hell if he disturbed her, even if for a single fucking second.
He was smarter than she was. She didn’t even know about his special room. Of course, she was too fat and lazy to ever come down the stairs. Probably would have a heart attack if she tried.
He descended the steps, creeping slowly, silently. He glowered at the sunlight struggling to penetrate through the dark painted windows, slipping in through the tiny cracks in the camouflage. He would have to repaint the windows again. He liked his privacy. This was his special place. Where he was in total control. He couldn’t have
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