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the table. David and Jake have begun teaching the men, and the boys, to shoot. It’s all so scary.
The shooting has made me dream of the gunshots in the jungle again. Every time I wake up, I swear I’m there again, grabbing the tree that I held on to for dear life for so many hours before I was saved. But when I open my eyes, I’m in a new nightmare, a nightmare controlled by her!
This morning, she sent me, Sally, Katina, and Ellen to the festival to recruit more members. She told us to specifically look for loners, poor-looking women with small children. Knowing I need to keep gaining her trust, I do as I’m told. If I thought these people were in danger, I wouldn’t do it. If any danger ever arose, I have enough to stop it. It sickens me the way the members worship her and bow to her every whim — her personal toy soldiers to play with and put on the shelf when she’s done with them. Her time is coming…
R—
Chapter Six
After making a few phone calls, I heard from J. P. Sanders about funeral arrangements for Kelly Dixon. There weren’t any. No one had stepped forward and they weren’t going to wait any longer. I told him I would take care of it and remembered her autopsy report.
“You got that for me, J.P.?”
“Should be ready by tomorrow, I’ll deliver it personally.”
“If you can, I want to see the report on the overdose from yesterday, too.”
I had to leave early today, to go home to interview Rena Sanchez, so I spent the rest of my time making funeral arrangements for Kelly Dixon. I wanted her close to Lola, and I paid for everything. There would be a small service next week, probably just Michael and I.
Once I was at home, I ran upstairs, got myself presentable, and was waiting at the door when Rena arrived. She must’ve known I was a law enforcement officer and prepared herself. She did quite well during my lengthy interrogation; I was impressed. She even cooked—an added bonus since I did not. Once she cleared her background check, she was hired. The girls had gotten home from school and met her; she seemed at ease with them and Lola. I was having one of the rooms in the basement redone intoa bedroom, and there was already a bathroom down there. It seemed our household was expanding quickly.
I was going to try to shorten my next day at work so I could get home early and help Rena settle in. I was pleasantly surprised to see both coroner’s reports on my desk when I arrived.
After grabbing a cup of coffee from the break room, I sat at my desk and opened Kelly Dixon’s report. I scanned through it for something new, but didn’t find much. Her official cause of death had been the drowning, not the abortion. No drugs were found in her system, and by the readings of her hormone levels, the report estimated her to be six to eight weeks pregnant. No fibers or foreign DNA was found. Shuddering a little, I closed her report and opened Benjamin Rader’s.
The report confirmed the presence of methadone, which was determined as the cause of death. No other drugs were found, which backed up his wife’s theory—a little. Only when I began reading the outer-body examination did I come across something that made me stop cold.
Before any incision is made in an autopsy, the examiner scans the body, inch by inch, documenting all scars, marks, bruises, abrasions, and in this case, tattoos. Benjamin Rader had a small O tattooed on his back left shoulder, approximately the size of a silver dollar.
My pulse quickening, I set down the report and grabbed Kelly Dixon’s again, flipping through the pages. What hadn’t seemed important when I first read her report had a much higher significance now. I found the page and read it again, feeling a wave of chills rush through me as I made the connection.
Kelly Dixon, like Benjamin Rader, had a tattoo on her back left shoulder.
The tattoo was a small O.
Chapter Seven
I stared at both files for a long time, reflecting back on my conversation with Ben
The shooting has made me dream of the gunshots in the jungle again. Every time I wake up, I swear I’m there again, grabbing the tree that I held on to for dear life for so many hours before I was saved. But when I open my eyes, I’m in a new nightmare, a nightmare controlled by her!
This morning, she sent me, Sally, Katina, and Ellen to the festival to recruit more members. She told us to specifically look for loners, poor-looking women with small children. Knowing I need to keep gaining her trust, I do as I’m told. If I thought these people were in danger, I wouldn’t do it. If any danger ever arose, I have enough to stop it. It sickens me the way the members worship her and bow to her every whim — her personal toy soldiers to play with and put on the shelf when she’s done with them. Her time is coming…
R—
Chapter Six
After making a few phone calls, I heard from J. P. Sanders about funeral arrangements for Kelly Dixon. There weren’t any. No one had stepped forward and they weren’t going to wait any longer. I told him I would take care of it and remembered her autopsy report.
“You got that for me, J.P.?”
“Should be ready by tomorrow, I’ll deliver it personally.”
“If you can, I want to see the report on the overdose from yesterday, too.”
I had to leave early today, to go home to interview Rena Sanchez, so I spent the rest of my time making funeral arrangements for Kelly Dixon. I wanted her close to Lola, and I paid for everything. There would be a small service next week, probably just Michael and I.
Once I was at home, I ran upstairs, got myself presentable, and was waiting at the door when Rena arrived. She must’ve known I was a law enforcement officer and prepared herself. She did quite well during my lengthy interrogation; I was impressed. She even cooked—an added bonus since I did not. Once she cleared her background check, she was hired. The girls had gotten home from school and met her; she seemed at ease with them and Lola. I was having one of the rooms in the basement redone intoa bedroom, and there was already a bathroom down there. It seemed our household was expanding quickly.
I was going to try to shorten my next day at work so I could get home early and help Rena settle in. I was pleasantly surprised to see both coroner’s reports on my desk when I arrived.
After grabbing a cup of coffee from the break room, I sat at my desk and opened Kelly Dixon’s report. I scanned through it for something new, but didn’t find much. Her official cause of death had been the drowning, not the abortion. No drugs were found in her system, and by the readings of her hormone levels, the report estimated her to be six to eight weeks pregnant. No fibers or foreign DNA was found. Shuddering a little, I closed her report and opened Benjamin Rader’s.
The report confirmed the presence of methadone, which was determined as the cause of death. No other drugs were found, which backed up his wife’s theory—a little. Only when I began reading the outer-body examination did I come across something that made me stop cold.
Before any incision is made in an autopsy, the examiner scans the body, inch by inch, documenting all scars, marks, bruises, abrasions, and in this case, tattoos. Benjamin Rader had a small O tattooed on his back left shoulder, approximately the size of a silver dollar.
My pulse quickening, I set down the report and grabbed Kelly Dixon’s again, flipping through the pages. What hadn’t seemed important when I first read her report had a much higher significance now. I found the page and read it again, feeling a wave of chills rush through me as I made the connection.
Kelly Dixon, like Benjamin Rader, had a tattoo on her back left shoulder.
The tattoo was a small O.
Chapter Seven
I stared at both files for a long time, reflecting back on my conversation with Ben
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