Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Tracking Evil, A Podcast: Part 8
Prologue:
Six months had passed and as far as Erica was aware, the serial killer she had tracked and had been tracked by in turn, Butterman 'The Graffiti Killer', had gone dormant.
Tiny, Arlene and she had been watching for signs of him. Accidental deaths, murders, disappearance's anything that might have fit his modus operandi but there had been nothing.
During this downtime, Erica had finally published her story of the hunt for this evil murderer. No print organisations would touch the story, unsubstantiated as it was and lacking any formal collaborative statements from a law enforcement organisation. So, she had gone forward with her plan to release the story in podcast form.
She'd hoped that that it would attract the attention of fellow crime enthusiasts, people who might be persuaded to pool their knowledge, skills and resources to aid Erica and her friends in capturing Butterman, identifying the person or persons who were operating in league with him as well. Erica had been disappointed though. Despite marketing the story as true crime, the majority of people seemed to shelve it into fiction or conspiracy theory and so the needed help didn't materialise.
Erica found her own ability to stay on top of chasing down leads was being stretched all the time. Travelling to meet Arlene and Sondra on a regular basis, keeping in touch with people like Tiny and his contacts, it took up a lot of time and money as well. So she'd taken on more and more writing assignments to keep on top of her bills and to keep her parents from worrying too much. The generated income from the podcast might have helped but it was a trickle compared to what she needed.
It was Terrance, Sondra's younger brother, who had finally suggested an idea to Erica that might help out.
Sondra had frowned on Terrance spending time with Erica, fearful of her sibling becoming a target of Butterman and she felt that the killer's interest in her friend was far from over. Despite this, Terrance had constantly shown up whenever Erica happened to visit. He was subtle enough in his pursuit of the attractive white journalist, Erica remaining clueless to his interest in her, but he didn't have the same luck in fooling Sondra, she was all too aware of his real intentions.
Terrance suggested one evening, walking Erica back to Sondra's after they'd gone out to a local bakery to pick up a supply of doughnuts, that she needed to push her podcast into the public eye more. He suggested Erica visiting where he was studying, Rutwell College, and to do an interview on college radio. The station had over a hundred thousand regular listeners and it had an internet audience that eclipsed that number as well.
Erica had been reluctant at first but Terrance wouldn't let the idea go, his enthusiasm even winning over Sondra who had become worried about the strain Erica was putting herself under. If an interview might generate more revenue for her, maybe even attract help then Sondra was all for that. Outnumbered Erica had relented, giving Terrance the green light to organise it if he could.
He had been successful, counting a number of the student producers among his friends. The interview date was set up and all it required was Erica showing up at the campus studio.
Episode 1: "It seemed like a nice neighbourhood to have bad habits in" - The Big Sleep
The group of young men gathered at the edge of quad shuffled apart to allow two students, laden with books, pass through them on the way to the library building. The six men were loitering on a gravel path that enclosed a small park on the northern end of the college campus. Behind them loomed the library and administrations building, a towering edifice of granite and glass that dated back to 1820. The park itself was empty right now, the only figure in sight was made of stone, a statue of the college's first Dean and founder, Jonathan Rutwell. Beyond the park lay one of the roads leading into the campus, in the distance, traffic could be seen passing the entrance.
They made a disparate group, an unlikely grouping of friends. Yet friends they were, forming this loose group within their first few months of attending Rutwell College. In the centre, hands buried into the pockets of his pants stood Terrance, laughing at one of his friend's jokes before sending a surreptitious glance across the park towards the campus entrance.
To his right stood Hector Jennings, All State running back and the darling of Rutwell College's football coach. Tall, lean and handsome, the young man's family had emigrated to the US when he was ten years old, leaving Jamaica for the cold of Washington State. His accent had mellowed over the last nine years, but when he was in a state of excitement it tended to flow back. Hector's friends and teammates always seemed to guess his state of mind on the football field, a loud "gwan cover mi man, dat two time now they come get mi" searing out of the huddle as he let rip over his lack of protection. He shared a dorm room with Terrance and another student called Izzak. Though all three were studying different subjects they had bonded quickly, forming the nucleus of the group
On Terrance's right, in the middle of yet another filthy joke was Haru Sasaki. The young Japanese man was now in his second year of studying in the US and he had energetically embraced the culture, his heavily accented voice spewing out the slang and patois of his friends. Far smaller than Terrance or Hector, Haru's narrow chest was lost inside the Metallica T-shirt he wore that evening. A year older than the others, he tended to be the butt of their jokes and good-natured teasing, happy to accept his role. Despite his coarse language and occasional social gaffes, he remained the more sensible one in the ensemble, dedicated to his studies, aiming to graduate top of his class.
Across from Terrance on his far left to right, crushing out a cigarette beneath his shoe before lighting up another, was Amir Hafeez. His unruly jet-black hair was stuffed inside a plain black baseball cap, the scruffy t-shirt and grubby jeans all carefully selected to mislead the casual observer of his family's actual wealth. His family lived in Qatar, sending their eldest son to the US for an education before he was set to return to take his place in the family business. Like Haru he was a keen exponent of the American lifestyle, parking his religious beliefs to one side as he fully embraced experiences his family would not have approved of. Somewhat of a glutton, he had put on a lot of weight in his first year here at Rutwell college. Amir knew that he would need to shift at least some of it before his return home at the end of the current term, but it always seemed to be a problem to be tackled tomorrow or next week.
Waving a hand futilely at the fumes emanating from Amir's distracted chain smoking stood Elvin Kendell. Diminutive, slender and allergic to any form of athleticism, the young black man was a firm proponent of the concept that brains trumped brawn. After Amir he came from the next most affluent background, his parents were self-made successful entrepreneurs. Elvin took an excessive amount of pride in the fact that he came from wealth, affecting a clipped manner of speaking and aloof manner that put a lot of people off of him. However, Terrance and Amir had prevented Elvin from receiving a beating one night by some other freshmen, the three young men had shared some drinks afterwards courtesy of Elvin. Over the course of the drinking, Terrance had come to realise that despite Elvin's mannerisms and arrogance, beneath it all there was a lonely young man away from home for the first time. They had adopted him into the group after that.
Lastly came Dre Brown, he was everything Elvin wasn't. Tall, heavily built and muscular with it, he was tasked with providing cover for Hector on the football field and had taken to providing Elvin cover off of it. What the large plain featured black youth possessed in strength he lacked in academia. The tutoring sessions that Elvin provided him often ended with the diminutive youth storming out of the dorm room, frustrated almost speechless by his friend's inability to absorb facts. Dre's good nature though normally meant that there was always someone around willing to help him along when Elvin was in to much of a huff to help.
Terrance glanced again, this time Amir spotting him.
"Running late huh?" Amir said smiling at his friend's discomfort at his own transparency.
"Yeah, she is but she'll be here." Terrance said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Finally, gonna meet Erica, big fuckin' day!" Dre said in his deep basso.
"She's so smart." Hector said mimicking Terrance's voice.
