Chapter Ten
The house was dark. Kaylee's Camaro still sat in the parking lot of the restaurant which had been closed for business since he'd sent his little gift. He drove the streets, checking the grocery store and anywhere else that she could have been.
They had her stashed away from him. They didn't believe he would kill Tina to get her. He would, if he had to. But for some reason, killing Tina wasn't something he wanted to do anymore.
It was only ten p.m. but the streets were strangely empty. The mayor had put out a curfew until the Red Ribbon Rapist was caught.
The press had named him after Devon's death, seeing the red ribbon on her hair and gaining the knowledge of the others, through secret sources, of course. He had laughed when he sent that letter in, knowing that the police were trying to keep some things out of the press. Why shouldn't he talk to the press? The Zodiac Killer had, so had BTK and Son of Sam.
He slowed at an intersection, stopping as the light turned red. Crossing in front of him, like a temptation to his soul, was a young woman, alone, her brunette hair bouncing around her shoulders. Her eyes turned and looked into his car, staring at him as she walked between the white lines of the cross walk and she smiled, a saucy mix of youthful exuberance and flirtation.
He could see her now, tied to his chair, that smile gone, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hair would feel like satin, smooth under his brush, the red ribbon such a pretty contrast to the darkness of it. Her skin would be taut, tawny, with brown nipples capping those perky tits that barely bounced with every step she took. Her lips would be soft, hot around his cock even as she gagged and moaned, crying and screaming around his hard shaft.
His cock grew hard, his pants too tight and he squirmed for a moment, reaching between his legs to shift things to make more room. She would make an interesting addition to his collection.
She continued across, reaching the curb with her long legged gait. He couldn't help but stroke himself as he watched her walk away, her ass moving under her short, bouncy skirt, her long legs eating up the ground easily. He'd never had two before. The idea was intriguing. One watching while the other performed tricks to please him, maybe even letting Tina have some fun with this little one since she liked other girls so much.
Flipping on his turn signal, he followed her, watching as she crossed another block to a less populated part of the city, where the street lights didn't reach too far into the shadows. It was a perfect area for predators, a perfect area for him. He pulled his car to the side, parking in a small alley. Grabbing a stone, he knocked out the streetlight near the alley, leaving the area blanketed in darkness.
And then he followed her, his legs quickly catching up the distance between them, the soft soles on his shoes camouflaging the sound of his footsteps. She didn't hear him, she didn't see him. She was easy prey.
Five steps away from her, he took another look around, his grin breaking across his face, the smile like that of a jackal that scents a carcass left from some other predator. No cars, no people, a sweet little brunette walking late at night, not a care in the world.
Four steps and he pulled out his gloves, slipping his hands into the warmth of black leather, smooth, fine grained. They left no marks upon either people or items. It was as if he'd never touched them when he wore these gloves. He was a ghost, a predator without peers, slipping in and never leaving a clue.
Three steps and he pulled his jacket collar up around his ears, hunching his shoulders so that his neck disappeared. With his head tipped down, his face remained in the shadows. All she would see would be a vague outline of a shape. She would have nothing concrete to tell anyone if she escaped from his clutches. Of course, she wouldn't escape. He hadn't lost one yet, even with Kaylee it was only a matter of time.
Two steps and he took a deep calming breath, his heart pounding, his adrenaline spiking, leaving him feeling buzzed, as if he were invincible. He felt all powerful, unstoppable. He would add this one to his collection. He should have followed her to where she was going, done his homework and then waited to find her schedule. He shouldn't go after any of them like this, on a whim as he was. It was dangerous and stupid. But his successes recently had left him feeling a little cocky, and this little girl was prime pickings.
She hadn't heard him, still walking with that easy gaited stride, her legs bare in the cool air, tennis shoes on her feet. Her dark cape of hair danced around her, the dim light of the widely spaced street lights catching and drawing out touches of gold that caught his eyes. Her ass was a sweet offering, rounded, taut, her buttocks moving seductively under that short skirt.
One step behind her, his hand reached out, slapping over her mouth, his other arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her back until that sweet firm ass that he'd been drooling over was pressed up against his cock. She struggled, they always struggled, until he held his hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her oxygen.
Her hands beat at his arms, her fingers pulled frantically at his hands, digging into the leather covering them but unable to gain enough purchase to yank him away and catch the desperately needed air. It was over in seconds, a tricky maneuver to know when to let up, but he'd done it before, he knew what he was doing. Confidence gave him an added sense of rightness this night, thoughts of the fun awaiting him with his two pretty captives making him just a trifle sloppy.
He didn't see her purse as it tumbled into the bushes next to the sidewalk, or feel the button that she yanked off the cuff of his jacket that fell beside it. When she slumped against him, he hefted her in his arms, hurrying now, for it was imperative that they reach his car unseen.
He missed the boy sitting in his window, watching outside for his father to come home. He missed seeing him, the curiosity on his face as he gazed from his dark room, his hands up to the window to give him an easier view.
Opening his trunk, he dumped her inside, reaching for his kit and pulling out his roll of duct tape. He tore off enough to hold her prisoner, wrapping her slender ankles and wrists, slipping a piece over her mouth before checking her breathing. His hand slipped over her face, taking a moment to savor his victory, pulling open her jacket and cupping her small breasts.
Not much there to play with but that ass more than made up for what she lacked. He flippe0d her over, letting her skirt slide up, stroking his hands over the flesh left bare by the tiny red thong she wore. He squeezed hard, watching as his fingers dug into her flesh, wishing he could feel it through the leather that he wore. When he released it, the marks turned red and grew welted, making him smile.
She was tender and young, ripe for him to take and play with. Tina would enjoy this one.
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Kaylee sighed and opened her eyes, seeing the dim light of dawn filter through the small gap in the window blinds. Her hand reached out, sliding along the soft cotton of the sheet until she felt him, still next to her, his breathing still slow and deep.
She rolled on the bed, scooting over, careful not to wake him. In the dimness, his eyes were shadowed still. She knew he had problems sleeping and that he was totally immersed in this case, the only case that the captain had given him now that Tina had been taken.
He looked so tired, his face stubbled with dark whiskers, his lips barely parted in his sleep. His face was turned towards her, though he slept on his back, the covers kicked off so that most of one hip and leg was visible.
His body was hard, not the donut eating, loose bellied cop like some of the television shows she'd seen. He took care of himself, she'd see the heavy bag in the guest room and the bicycle that he'd hung up in his living room. It was a sexy body, leanly muscled, long legs, with just a spattering of hair trailing from his navel down to the thick thatch that surrounded his cock.
Quietly, she reached her hand out, brushing against his stomach and that seductive little trail, reaching out for the sheet that was barely covering the rest of him and lifting it with two fingers.
