by Deorre, Iris
‘That maybe so, but I’m not a killer.’
‘You’re just as bad you might as well be one. You killed my innocence, you killed my trust. You killed everything that was good in my life. So you’re a killer!’
Blake shook as she walked behind them. She stood behind Trevor.
‘So I get the cry baby.’ Ferguson joked.
‘Yes you do.’ She smiled.
‘Don’t do this please. What kind of a man are you?’
‘The kind who will do anything to protect the love of my life. You hurt her and therefore you should go.’
‘That’s not how things are done.’
‘Right, enough talking.’ Ferguson wrapped the rope around Blake’s throat. He squirmed and pleaded for his life over and over again. Ferguson began to tell Freya how to wrap the rope around Trevor’s neck, and how hard to pull. She did that with ease, as if she’d been doing it for a long time.
‘You’re a natural.’ He smiled.
Trevor was dead still, while Blake was not so good at accepting his fate. Soon Trevor began to choke and gasp for air. He wanted out. It felt as though his head would explode. Freya felt the tremor in her hand, she felt his body wriggle beneath her. There was a sense of power, a sense of bring herself back to life as she took a life. As he struggled, the more elated she became. She loved hearing him chock and wriggle. Blake was almost dead, but Trevor suffered through it all. There were a few more last kicks and then it was finally peaceful. She let go breathing heavily as if she’d just run a race. She looked up to the ceiling as the rush of adrenaline hit her and the high took her. It was the best feeling in the world.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ he asked noticing the way she smiled up at the ceiling.
‘I loved it! I fucking loved it!’ She giggled.
‘I can tell. Come here killer.’ He pulled her into him and gave her a long kiss.
‘I loved it,’ she said pulling away. ‘I can’t wait until the next one.’
‘You’ll have to be a little patient with that. My assistant hasn’t found them yet.’
‘I understand. I will wait.’
‘I know you will darling.’ He kissed her forehead and gave her a tight squeeze at the same time. It was nice just having her with him.
‘Yes I will. Just want to do it soon. But there is one special someone I want to kill. Save him for the last.’
‘You mean the man who spiked your drink and led you to the group.’
‘Yes him. Thomas! He was supposed to be my friend. I wonder what happened to him.’
‘Don’t worry. I will find him. No one disappears without leaving some trace. He might be closer than you think.’
She nodded and lay her head into his chest a moment. The vans pulled up and the cleaning crew arrived.
‘I guess we better go,’ he said.
She nodded as he led her out of the warehouse and back into the car.
‘I love you,’ she said.
‘I know you do. I love you too.’ He took her hand in his. Their killings brought them closer and closer together.
Chapter Thirteen
‘So what do we know about Lewis Carr.’ Detective Murphy began to place points on a white board.
Lewis Carr
Age:37
Blonde
Five-foot ten
Married to Louise Carr
Has two children under the age of five.
‘He lives for his family. Well that’s what it seems like,’ detective Murphy spoke to Roy while sorting it out in his head.
He went to Leeds Met
‘His social life… goes out once in a while to a bar with mates Jon and Lawrence. We know he loves to spend time with his family. There doesn’t seem to be any record of him causing trouble. He doesn’t even have a speeding ticket. He’s been married twelve years, no affairs.’
‘You still think he’s done something, don’t you?’ said Roy.
‘Well, this can’t be a random killing. They never are.’
‘But to think it’s the same person whose been killing the so called scum is grasping for straws.’
‘Do you have a better idea? ‘
‘We don’t even know if he’s dead.’
‘And that’s what all of them have in common. We can’t find the bodies, and yet they’ve been missing for months. People don’t just disappear.’
‘Don’t you think it’s a bit too early to conclude this. It hasn’t been long since Lewis’s disappearance.’
‘That maybe so, but my gut tells me that they’re all connected.’
‘If you say so.’
‘Anything on the footage on the ball and the car dealership?’
‘Still working on it.’
‘How about I have a look, I might see something.’
Roy wasn’t really looking close enough because his mind was exhausted on this case. It needed a fresh pair of eyes. He didn’t think the murders were connected and this made him less likely to spot anything that was obviously right in front of him. The detective however wanted desperately to solve this case. He was determined to use every angle hoping it would bring up something. He wasn’t about to throw in the towel.
Just as he was about to take a look his phone rang.
‘I think you might want to take this call,’ said the woman on the other end.
‘Ok, put it through.’ He looked up at Roy and Roy mouthed, ‘What?’ The detective shrugged his shoulders and waited. A woman came on the other end of the line and told him everything he needed to know.
‘Hmmm,’ he said as he put the phone down.
‘What is it?’
‘We’re off to see a Mrs Willows. It seems her husband hasn’t come home yet.’ He felt as though he was getting closer to closing this case, he could feel it.
‘I see. It does sound odd. Let me guess, he has no criminal record.’
‘Don’t know yet. We’ll soon find out. Let’s get over there and see what we can find out.’
‘Before you go, take a look at this.’
Murphy moved across to Roy’s desk and looked at the computer. ‘What am I looking at?’
‘See that man standing in the crowd of people. I can’t really make out his face, but he seems to have the same build as the man walking into the car dealership. On the night Lewis went missing, he’d gone to see Mr Banks. Mr Banks was at the same ball Ronald was at when he died. That’s if it’s him.’
‘Good spot. Let’s get that photo clearer.’
Roy did a few things on the computer that brought the photo closer, he then hovered over the face and made the image clearer.
‘Bingo,’ said Murphy. ‘I think he’s our connection. I’m not sure how, but I’m sure he knows something.’
‘What if he’s the killer?’
‘I doubt it. Look at him. This man couldn’t kill a fly.’ It was true. Ferguson’s image was nothing of a killer and Murphy knew that all killers came in different guises, but he just didn’t have that feeling about Ferguson. Murphy was way off his gut, the very man he was looking at was a cold blooded murderer. ‘I think he’s connected somehow, not sure yet. Why don’t we create a profile? That’s when we get back of course.’
‘Sure.’ Roy had a different thought. The man in the suit seemed like the kind of man who would do such a thing and hide behind his expensive suit.
The two men left the building and headed for the Willows home.
****
Freya turned and looked at Ferguson fast asleep. She watched as his chest rose and fell. She smiled. She was so in love with the gorgeous man lying next to her. It felt like a miracle that he’d found her. He’d literally saved her life just like he promised he would. The killing had made her less and less needy for alcohol and drugs. She still took them from time to time, but it wasn’t as bad. Her adrenaline rush came from the kills. It made her feel powerful and it was as if she was finally in control of her life. It may have seemed a terrible thing to people looking from the outside in, but with her, she kne
w she was getting better.
‘Hey,’ she poked his shoulder so that he would wake up. ‘Hey handsome.’ She pushed a little harder and giggled. ‘Wakey, wakey.’ She desperately wanted him to wake up.
Slowly his eyes opened, he turned his head to look at her and smiled. ‘Hey.’
‘I wanted you to wake up.’
‘I can tell. I’m awake now. What’s troubling you?’
‘Nothing, I just…’ She lay into his chest. ‘I just wanted to let you know that I love you so much. Thank you for helping me and loving me. Thank you for finding those horrible men and dealing with it.’
‘You’re very welcome. I love you. I will do anything for you.’ He rubbed her shoulder.
‘I know you would.’ She smiled and snuggled deeper into him. ‘I just wonder if you’ll ever find Thomas and Marvin. They seem to have disappeared. Thomas couldn’t look me in the eye after the incident. He acted as if he’d done nothing wrong. Now that I think of it, I should’ve told someone. Why was I so stupid?’
‘You were not stupid. You were scared. A terrible thing happened to you and everyone copes differently when terrible things happen to them. But don’t worry. I will find those bastards. As long as they have a heartbeat, the will be somewhere in this world. I have the resources to go beyond the borders of this country if I have to.’
She smiled.
‘I will find them, I promise.’
‘I believe you.’
‘No one will ever hurt you again.’
She nodded. She knew that as long as he was in her life, he wouldn’t let any harm come to her.
‘Look at me,’ he said.
She looked up at him. He met her with a warm smile and love in his eyes. He wanted to make her see that what he said, he meant it.
‘I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.’
‘Yes. I know.’ She gazed into his eyes and smiled.
He lifted her head and their lips touched. He began to caress her already naked body. With his fingers he teased the tips of her nipples. She let out a light moan. Her hands began to venture down his body and onto his member.
‘I love that,’ he groaned.
She smiled against his lips. They were quickly lost in each other. Breathless and desperate for each other. The more they were together, the more they wanted, and the more they knew they couldn’t be without each other. Not ever.
‘I love you,’ he said as he mounted over her. He watched her a moment.
‘I love you too.’
It was then that they quickly united again and were taken in by their passion for each other.
Moments later the lay on the bed out of breath holding hands. Ferguson gave her a little squeeze and she did the same back.
‘What are we doing today?’ she asked looking at him.
‘Whatever you like honey, it’s Saturday, I’m free the whole day.’
She turned to look up at the ceiling while she thought about it. What would she like to do?
‘I’d like to spend it with you. I don’t care what we do. How about I make us breakfast.’
‘Yes,’ he said sheepishly.
‘We have a shower.’
‘Love the sound of that.’
‘Then go out for a walk. It looks nice outside and I just want some fresh air.’
‘A walk sounds good. I don’t know the last time I took a walk. Sounds lovely darling.’ He drew her in close to her.
‘I was thinking we could take my dad out to Lunch after that. Only if you want to.’
‘Anything you want. I will do whatever you want.’
‘Great. Thanks. I feel really happy,’ she said.
‘I can tell.’
‘It’s odd. How is it that killing someone can feel so good? How bad is that? We should be put away.’
‘It’s how we are wired. We have to do it. Always remember that the people we’re getting rid of aren’t good people. We’re doing the world a favour.’
She sat with that a moment. She thought about how each of those men had made her hurt. It was the worst thing in the world.
‘You’re right,’ she said finally.
‘Of course I am.’ He teased.
‘Right. I’m off to make breakfast.’ She tossed the duvet aside.
‘Would you like me to come and help you?’
‘That would be lovely.’
He got out too and they headed downstairs for the kitchen.
****
Katie Willows opened the door dressed in a white shirt and white trousers. She had short platinum blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She was about five foot ten and very pretty. She didn’t smile or show any welcome gesture as she looked at the detectives.
‘Mrs Willows?’
‘Call me Katie,’ she said in a low voice.
‘Can we come in?’
She opened the door a little wider to let them in.
‘Is there somewhere we can talk?’ Murphy was finding it difficult to talk to her. It was as if she had a wall built around her.
She led them into the immaculate living-room. The modern house was in tip-top shape and it seemed like the couple weren’t doing too badly.
‘Have a seat.’ She offered as she sat down on the opposite couch.
Murphy and Roy sat.
‘You reported your husband missing. We’re here because we think he’s connected to a number of missing people’s case we’re trying to solve.’
‘So you think he’s really missing?’ she showed no emotion.
‘You did report it. Or do you know something we don’t know?’
‘It’s like him not to come home even when I know he’s spent half the night with one of his whores.’
The detective shifted a little uncomfortable.
‘My husband is known for his wondering eyes. He can’t keep his dick in his pants and so he’s always screwing some whore somewhere. The one thing he does do that’s consistent is that he always comes home. Even its three in the morning, he’ll come home. He’s never been this late. I just know something is wrong.’
‘Okay.’ Murphy felt a little uncomfortable about the whole conversation, but he had to preserver.’
‘Do you have any idea where he might have gone?’
‘If I did, I wouldn’t have called you would I?’
‘Of course not. We’ll have to go through some of his things. Does he have a study or a place he keeps his computer.’
‘He takes his laptop everywhere.’
‘Okay. What kind of car does he drive? If we can track the car, we might be able to find him.’
She gave the details of the car. The make and the registration. Roy was straight on the phone giving the information about the car. The car had a tracker which would make it easy to find.
‘Is there any other information you could give us that might be useful?’
‘His secretary knows more about his whereabouts than I do, I suggest you contact her.’ She gave those details too.
‘We’ll find him, don’t worry.’
‘I’m not.’ She smiled. If he was gone she could cash in on the insurance, not that she would tell the detectives that. Katie had lost every feeling she ever had for Blake and his death would be her freedom. Freedom she’d craved, but never had the guts to take for herself.
‘Thank you for your time, we’ll be in touch.’
They left her. She watched them from the door way. The moment they got into the car, Roy said, ‘She’s odd.’
‘Yes, very, but can you blame her. The man sounds terrible.’
‘If he’s that terrible, why stay?’
‘We’ll never know why people stay in unhealthy relationships. They just do.’
‘Yes. I guess so.’
Roy’s mobile rang. He took the call and then said, ‘Blake Willows car was found at the Marriott parking.’
‘Great, we can start from there. Let’s get the carpark footage from the hotel. I’m sure that will tell us something.
*****
‘So, do you have anywhere in particular you’d like to walk,’ Ferguson asked before biting into a slice of toast.
‘Nope, I haven’t done that in ages. I’m easy.’
‘Okay, I’ll have a look then and we’ll take it from there.’
She smiled at him. It was nice spending the morning with him, she felt less need to drink. She’d had some vodka, but the urge wasn’t as much anymore. After their meal the couple tided up and then headed for walk to one of the national trust sights.
‘This looks beautiful,’ she said once they got out of the car.
‘It is. It’s a lovely sunny day too.’
It was a lovely day and as they entered the grounds that once belonged to the Winn Family. Nostell Priory and Parkland was a beautiful piece of land with 18th century architectural masterpiece with121 hectares of parkland. They walked hand in hand towards the beautiful home that looked like a castle.
‘Can you imagine what if felt like to live here?’ she said.
‘I can’t even if I tried.’ They entered the building and it was there the journey began. Freya was surprised at how going through the mansion was interesting and full of history. They started in the kitchen that where the servants spent most of their time. There was a list of servant’s salaries, the things they used, the silver and candlesticks. There was also an odd looking rat catcher. There were stories about how children at the time were servants too. The couple took time to explore the kitchen, and from time to time drifted away from each other to what interested them the most. They took the stairs to the top floor to see the doll house. Freya was intrigued and taken in by it all. At one point she stopped to look outside the window and out onto the land that went on for miles. There were cows in the distance and numerous visitors who had come to visit too. It was nice just to think of nothing and just enjoy the moment. She took his hand and smiled. He gave it a little squeeze. They headed for the bedrooms.
‘Can you imagine living in this room?’ she asked. ‘It’s so busy.’ The room was filled with historic paintings. There were pictures all around the room. The furniture surrounding the room was stunning, the bed almost looked like something out of the princess and the pea.
‘I can’t imagine it darling. Yes, I agree, it is really a busy place.’
They continued. In each room there was a representative of the national trust. At one point the couple listened to a woman talk about how the women of the manor would use rat fur as false eyebrows.
