Chapter 14

She didn’t know she was being hunted. She was laughing with her friends, flirting with all the men she saw and acting like she didn’t have a care in the world. She was young, like all the others, she was a brunette, like all the others, she had brown eyes, like all the others and she was a slut, like all the others. Keith had watched her for an entire week, he watched her while he was looking for another field, he found a perfect field, right outside the city limits. Keith made sure it was away from any schools, away from the Conway children’s fencing gym, away from anywhere Veronica Conway and her intrepid brother might cross.

Keith was delirious with anticipation; he knew she didn’t have any idea what was in store for her. He watched her for a few minutes, watched her enjoy her last free moments. He would entice her and then he would have his fun. Keith saw the opportunity. He got her attention; she was excited to see him. He knew what she saw, he knew she saw an easy john. Someone who could show her a good time.

Katrina Martinez saw the man looking at her, she knew the look in his eyes. He desired her. If she played her cards right, she could have another man who paid her for some time.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Katrina sauntered over to the man. “Looking for a little action tonight?”

“Maybe,” Keith said. “Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“I could think of a few things that might brighten your day,” Katrina said. “For a price. I am prepared to be very generous if you are generous.” She batted her eyes.

“I am sure we can come to an agreement,” Keith said running a hand through her long dark brown hair.

Katrina couldn’t believe her fortune, she was going to get another provider, she knew she could be enticing enough to keep this man’s attention. She just had to be the best he had ever had. Then he would pay for everything she wanted, just to get a taste of her.

She looked at her manicure, she was going to get a new one soon in the most exclusive places. She might even make him move her into a more affluent part of town. There were no limits to what she could wring out of him.

Keith didn’t know what she was planning for him, he didn’t know about the extortion or the blackmail she planned to have coming his way. She was sure she could be more interesting than the wife. Then she would just have to promise not to tell the wife.

Katrina led Keith to her room, shut the door and took his payment. She tucked the payment in her purse and turned to Keith. Keith grabbed her by the arm and flung her onto the bed. He ripped open her shirt and pushed up her skirt.

“Hey, sweetie,” Katrina said, “calm down, we have all night.”

He didn’t answer as he carefully removed her panties. He wanted those for later. He started his attack on her. Katrina realized too late that she was dealing with a monster. The other girls talked about the monster who took young girls off the streets. She read about the killer who buried all those girls. She boasted that she could spot a creature like him a mile away.

Yeah, she can spot a creature like him, right in her bed. Katrina knew there weren’t going to be any more manicures. He wasn’t going to move her to a better part of town; he was going to kill her.

She started to fight, kick and scream. Keith just relished her opposition to his assault. Katrina started to cry, she tried to bite him somewhere, but couldn’t get her teeth into him. She tried to escape, roll off the bed, do something that would prevent him from hurting her. He was brutal, just as brutal as all the papers made him out to be; as brutal as the podcast made him out to be.

She kept up the struggle for her life. Keith started to choke her, Katrina went under and woke up twice, woke up to beatings, woke up to his painful penetration and woke up to his hands on her throat again. She went under for the last time. Her vision became dim and she slipped from this plane to the next. Keith watched her lips turn blue and her pulse stop then spent himself into her. He took the panties and wiped her scent along with his semen. He wanted to record himself on her panties.

Keith covered her body up, took her to his car and placed her in the trunk. He took the body to the pre-dug grave and dropped it in. He covered the body and made sure there was nothing sticking out. Keith smelled the fresh dirt and got back into his car.

He came in and saw that Christopher was up late. He sent the boy off to bed and walked up to Nancy who had strict orders to be ready. Keith saw her in the bed wearing the nightgown. He took off his pants, his jacket and his shirt.

Nancy just looked at him, she wasn’t as welcoming as he wanted her to be.

“What is the matter?” Keith said as he crawled into bed with her. “You don’t look like you want this.”

“I don’t know how to please you,” Nancy said. “I have been working so hard to please you.”

“You do please me,” Keith said as he pulled her close. “Let me show you how much you please me.”

He pulled off the nightgown and started to caress her. She was usually so responsive. Keith heard her softly crying and sighed.

“I am so confused,” Nancy said as his hands roamed her body. “I tried everything to make you happy all week.”

“I am happy,” Keith said as he started to kiss her neck, he whispered in her ear, “I know how to make you happy.”

He moved his hand down between her legs and started to play with her clit. Nancy moaned. Keith didn’t care about the whore’s pleasure, but his test of how much man he was depended on how he performed with Nancy. He needed her to be wet and ready. He started to kiss her throat and made his way down to her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth. She was starting to respond. She was starting to move against him, and he felt her grow wet. She was finally ready for him. Keith slid in and started to make long strokes.

Nancy started to moan, lifted her hips up and clung to him. She chanted Keith’s name, started to move faster against him. Keith drew from the excitement of his earlier conquest and started to plunge in harder. Nancy started to react to the faster tempo and demanded more from Keith. She found her release and trembled all around him as he spilled himself into her.

Nancy felt like liquid in Keith’s arms, she was never disappointed when he came home late. This was the only time she felt like she had any control in the relationship; the only time when she felt like she really mattered. Nancy sighed contently against Keith. He let her fall asleep against him. It was something she rarely did as she always seemed to think she was going to disturb his sleep if she demanded any intimacy without his initiation.

A few hours later, Nancy was on her side of her bed and Keith woke up. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments to make sure Nancy was good and asleep. He got up, picked up his pants and took the small panties out of the pocket; they were a black, lacy thong. He put on a pair of boxers and an undershirt, turned on the hallway light and walked out to the shed. Keith unlocked the padlock, opened the door and stepped inside. He flipped on the switch to illuminate the shed and moved over to a set of small, locked cabinets. He unlocked the cabinets and placed the panties with the others. He looked at his collection. He picked up the red pair from his very first girl, sniffed them and placed them back; there were several lacy black pairs, a light blue pair from one girl two years ago, a dark blue pair from another girl over ten years ago and the ones he took from his latest victims. Casey Hammond was wearing a red pair of silk panties and Katrina was wearing a black thong. Keith smelled each one of them, thinking about each girl as he inhaled the scent. He relived each chase, each conquest and each death. He felt himself get hard again. He locked the cabinet and the shed and made his way back to bed where he found Nancy still asleep. He pulled the covers off, looked at her naked body and spread her legs. He started kissing the inside of her thighs and then kissed her clitoris. Nancy came awake as Keith slid inside her and started moving for the second time that night.

Keith exhausted himself and fell into a restful sleep.

Marc Anthony watched Keith go inside the shed and looked at the clock: 2:30 a.m. What is a family man doing up at 2:30 a.m.? And what was so important that he had to go to the shed at that time of night? Well, Marc Anthony was up at 2:30 getting rid of the objects that didn’t burn in the fire pit. That wasn’t exactly a family-friendly event. In fact, the way he took care of the crack mother and the john wasn’t exactly family-friendly. Marc Anthony decided to think about what he saw later. He had other things he needed to accomplish.

Marc Anthony felt his phone vibrate and looked at the caller ID, it was Shorty. What could he want at this time of night?

“Hello, Shorty, what’s up,” Marc Anthony said, answering the phone.

“I have another situation,” Shorty said. “I need your help at this vacant house on the southwest side, let me give you the address.”

Marc Anthony wrote it down, “What is going on?”

“It is another predator you have to take care of,” Shorty said. “One that is attacking the girls. He made another attack tonight. Took her to that vacant house.”

“I will be right there,” Marc Anthony said.

It was a little odd that Shorty would call so soon after a job, but he must have felt that this was important, or a situation the Lobos couldn’t handle. After all, the “brothers” took care of some of the more violent johns.

Marc Anthony stretched, grabbed his keys and drove to the address. He parked his car in the driveway and saw a light blue Mustang. Typical johns in this part of the neighborhood have better means.

Marc Anthony pulled his gun out, walked up the porch and tried the knob. The door was open. He crossed the threshold, took a few steps in, then his day went to hell.