by Cross, Amy
Again, no-one tried to help him.
As soon as the video was over, Beth swiped to the next. This one showed a street view, with people walking past a busy road. She waited, knowing that something awful was about to happen but not knowing when or how. Finally, a truck speared off the road and crashed through the crowd of pedestrians, driving straight over some and plowing into one man with such force that his body could be seen bursting against the concrete wall and his severed head bounced away from the scene, into the middle of the busy road.
“Mummy?”
The next video showed a shark that had been cut open on a jetty, revealing a partially-digested human body inside. Zooming in, Beth flinched as she saw that most of the person's face had been dissolved, leaving the remains of the eyes staring out, looking almost directly at the camera. She tried to imagine what it must have been like for the victim, drowning in the foul, dirty interior of the creature, and she shuddered as she saw a torn hand with a wedding ring, resting in the mass of meat and -
“Mummy?”
Suddenly she turned and saw that Lucy was standing next to her.
“What's that?” Lucy asked, looking at the screen.
“Nothing,” Beth stammered, closing the browser and setting her phone down. “I thought you were watching a film?”
“It's finished.”
“It is?” She checked her watch and saw that incredibly, somehow, five o'clock had rolled around already. She'd sat down at four to rest her feet for a moment, and she'd intended to watch just a couple of videos before starting work on dinner, but she'd lost track of time and now she felt a little dazed.
“Are you okay?” Lucy asked.
“Me?” She forced a smile. “Of course. I just need to get dinner on the go.”
“You look upset.”
“I do?” She paused, feeling as if her smile perhaps wasn't convincing. “I'm not upset, sweetie.”
“You look like you've seen something horrible.”
“Well, I haven't,” she continued. “There's nothing wrong with me that a good dinner won't fix. Do you want to watch a DVD while I get started?”
“Can I help you?”
Beth glanced at her phone. She wanted to watch more videos while she cooked.
“I can chop things,” Lucy continued, “and I can fetch things!”
“That's okay,” Beth replied, getting to her feet and steering her daughter to the door, “I don't need help. Watch another film, you can pick whatever you want from the shelf, okay?”
“But Mummy -”
“And dinner'll be ready soon,” she added, taking a step back and watching as Lucy, clearly a little reluctant, heading back through to the living room. “Daddy'll be home soon,” she added. “Maybe you can find something you can watch with him? Look through the DVDs and find something fun.” She turned and headed over to the counter. “Unless he stays late to screw around with his bit on the side,” she muttered under her breath, before grabbing her phone and opening the browser again.
Flicking through the pages, she was about to go back and find more videos when she spotted a link to a marketplace site. She clicked through to take a look, telling herself she'd go back to videos in a moment, and to her surprise she found people advertising services and products that she'd never believed might be available. Weapons, drugs and various other highly illegal items were being offered, and she felt a frisson of shock as she continued to scroll down. She told herself to close the browser and get on with making dinner, but for a few more minutes she couldn't help looking at all the illicit services that claimed to be just a touch away. Finally, at the bottom of the page, she saw one that particularly grabbed her attention.
“Metal Pill Terminations,” she whispered. “Available nationwide.”
Clicking through, she realized she'd found a hit-man advertising his services, someone who claimed to be able to fake accidents for a surprisingly low fee, killing people without raising suspicion. Even more shockingly, he claimed to be based less than two hundred miles from Bowley.
“Satisfaction guaranteed,” she muttered, reading from the page. “No questions asked. Want that problem person gone from your life? It's easier than you think.”
“Hey, honey.”
Startled by Bob's voice, she stepped back and dropped her phone in the process.
“Jesus,” he continued, reaching down to pick up the phone for her.
“No!” she blurted out, pushing his arm away and grabbing the phone, which still had the browser open. “What the hell are you doing, sneaking up on people like that?”
“I called out to you from the hallway,” he replied. “What's up, honey?” He leaned closer and tried to kiss her on the cheek, but she ducked away just in time. “Going deaf?”
Still flustered, she shoved the phone into her pocket before heading to the freezer and opening one of the drawers. She mumbled something about making dinner, but even as she pulled out a couple of boxes, her mind was already drifting back to that website. Was someone in the area really offering to arrange accidents for people, and for a price that was actually within reach? The idea seemed insane, but at the same time she was starting to wonder if everyone else knew about these things and she was the only one who was in the dark.
“I've gotta pop out later,” Bob said as he grabbed a bottle of soda from the counter, before popping two paracetamol pills from a packet and swallowing them. “I've got a few work things to do. Man, do I have a headache.”
“Sure,” she muttered. “Do what you want?”
“You okay, babe?”
“I'm fine.” She slammed the boxes down on the counter. “Don't call me babe.”
Hearing the TV in the next room, he peered around the corner.
“Just go and play with Lucy,” Beth muttered. “You'll just be under my feet in here.”
“Sure, honey,” he replied, “but...” He turned to her. “Did you know Lucy is watching the first Saw film?”
***
“Seriously?” Hayley replied, holding her phone in one hand as she made her way across the parking lot. “Mother, dear, you've, like, officially lost your mind. There's no way I can go to the store for you, I'm way too busy.”
Stopping next to her car, she set her bag down and rooted through her pockets, searching for her keys.
“Yes, mother,” she continued with a sigh, “but it's not just once, is it? It's every day. I'm sure you can tear yourself away from cat videos for five minutes to go to the -”
She pulled her keys out, found the right one, and hit the button, unlocking her car door.
“Mother -”
Sighing, she listened for a moment longer.
“Fine,” she said finally, locking the car door again and picking up her bag, “you know what? I'll go to the goddamn pharmacy for you. You've worn me down. Are you happy? You've officially got the most nagging voice in the world. Enjoy the videos.”
Cutting the call, she let out a grunt of frustration before turning and making her way back across the parking lot. She glanced up and saw that a gray sky was threatening rain, and she figured it would be just her luck to get caught in a sudden downpour. Heading past the diner, she nodded an acknowledgment at the waitress, who she vaguely knew from her school days, before slipping down a narrow alley that ran through toward the town square. A moment later, her worries turned out to be justified as rain began to fall, coming on surprisingly quickly. She had half a mind to call her mother back and tell her to go to hell, but she figured she could just -
Suddenly a hand was placed tight across her face from behind, and a second hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back, struggling, through a nearby door.
Trying to get free as she was dragged into a dimly-lit room, Hayley realized she could smell something foul on the man's hand, like some kind of engine grease. She tried to cry out, but the hand over her face was far too firm, and a moment later she felt a sudden sharp pain slicing through her lower back, running deep into her body. She froze,
realizing that something was twisting through her flesh, but the only sound she could hear – apart from rain falling on a tin roof high above – was the heavy breathing of whoever was behind her, coupled with fabric rubbing against her shirt.
The rain was getting stronger now, tip-tapping all over the roof.
Please be a joke, she thought, even though the pain was building. Please be Scott or Sean or someone pulling a prank. I'll kill them for this!
A moment later, the sharp pain moved to the other side of her back. She continued to struggle as she felt something warm running down her flesh, and she began to panic as she realized that it was blood. Still desperately trying to cry out, she stared ahead with wide-eyed horror at the open door just a few feet away, with rain falling more steadily now in the alley. She tried to open her mouth enough to bite her assailant's hand, and when that didn't work she tried instead to elbow him in the belly, but she was already finding it difficult to summon the necessary strength. Her legs were starting to buckle and as she continued to wriggle, she tilted her head back and felt hot, heavy breaths against her ear and the side of her neck.
“Please,” she tried to say, but the hand over her mouth was too strong.
In the distance, a car horn sounded.
Forced forward suddenly, Hayley was slammed face-first against the wall. She felt her teeth hitting the concrete, and a sharp piece of enamel fell to the back of her throat. As she felt the man pressing against her from behind, she told herself that he might not be planning to kill her, and she found herself praying that he just wanted to hurt her, maybe use her a little, and then he'd let her go. With tears running from her eyes, she hoped against hope that he'd hitch up her skirt and just do what he wanted, but as each second passed she realized that it wasn't going to be so easy. She tried again to cry out, but he was holding her face with such force, she was worried her jaw was going to get dislocated. Wriggling slightly, she felt her face being pressed against the rough wooden door jamb, and she felt a cold breeze blowing in from outside, bringing a fine sprinkling of rain.
She began to sob as her mouth filled with blood.
Her nose was broken.
High above, there was a faint rumble of thunder.
Suddenly, she was pulled back and thrown hard against the floor. She let out a gasp, but the hand was quickly clamped back over her mouth and she felt her attacker straddling her, using his weight to hold her down. She reached out, her fingernails scratching against the dusty concrete, but she still couldn't scream. The man pressed down hard on her back and then grabbed her by the waist, twisting her around until she was able to see his silhouette above her, partially framed against the wide open door and against the rain-filled alley beyond. He pushed her down hard, banging the back of her head onto the floor before pressing his knees against her belly to hold her in place.
Another car horn in the distance.
Barely able to breathe, she snorted blood out through her nose.
The rain was really crashing down now.
Staring up at her attacker, Hayley caught a glimpse of something metal flashing in the low light. A moment later, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, just at the edge of her left breast, and she tried again to cry out as she realized he was cutting into her. With the man's hand still clamped firmly over her mouth, she tilted her head back and squeezed her eyes tight shut, barely able to breathe as her entire body tensed. Blood ran from her mouth and nose, over her eyes and to her hairline. As each second passed, she felt the blade slicing through her flesh a little further, going under the breast before being pulled out. Struggling to breathe through her nose as tears rolled from her eyes, she felt his fingertips slipping into the wound, as if he was pulling the damaged flesh aside, and then she realized she could feel him touching her ribs, pulling on them hard. She tried to scream, but her mouth was still held too tight, and she tried to kick out but she was feeling too weak from the blood loss.
Her whole body was rigid and shaking with fear and shock.
And then her phone started ringing.
For a few seconds, she tried desperately to reach down to her pocket, before she felt him pulling the phone out and tossing it away. She tried yet again to scream, but suddenly he slammed down hard against her chest with something and she felt a cracking sensation, as if her ribs were being broken. She wriggled again, desperately trying to get free as she felt warm blood dribbling down her side, and then she realized he was pulling on her ribs, as if he was trying to break them. Her phone was still ringing as she began to try to force him back, using all her remaining strength to get free so she could scream or run, but instead he pushed her down more firmly and finally he felt a snapping sensation in her chest, followed by another. She was sobbing now, filled with rage and fear as her attacker's fingers reached past her ribs. When he felt him getting deeper inside and realized he was approaching her heart, she let out a wild, muffled moan. Realizing that her left leg was partially free, she tried to kick out, but all she succeeded in doing was scraping her foot against the concrete floor and knocking her shoe off.
Finally, her phone stopped ringing.
Sobbing desperately, she felt fingers wriggling deeper inside her chest, brushing against the edge of her pounding heart. She tried to call out again, with her eyes still squeezed shut, even as she heard her phone beep to indicate that a voicemail message had been left. A moment later, she felt something scraping against her broken ribs, followed by a sensation of sharpness deep in her chest. Everything was strangely still and calm, as if she was suspended in a moment of terrified anticipation, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do. She opened her eyes and looked toward the open door, seeing freedom just a few feet away and feeling a cold breeze against her face. The tears had stopped falling from her eyes now, and she tilted her head back a little, to get the breeze more fully against her eyes.
Please God, she thought to herself, if you let me live, I'll never doubt you again.
Thunder rumbled again.
Then silence.
Please God...
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and the thumping sound of her own heartbeat exploded in her ears for a fraction of a second. Her whole body tensed and jerked, and she gasped as she felt the hand lifting up from her face. She tried to cry out, but she could no longer find the breath. There was a strange dripping sensation in her chest, and a kind of warmth as if she was filling up, and she felt blood flooding into the back of her throat until it erupted from her mouth, spilling out and running down her chin and the side of her face. She tilted her head back a little further, still feeling the breeze on her face, but she knew now that there was nothing else she could do to fight back. The last sound she heard was a kind of thick, heavy dripping against the nearby concrete floor, and the last thing she saw was rain pouring down outside as finally, slowly, she let out a faint click from the back of her bloodied throat. After a moment, as she stared at the rain, she realized another type of rain was falling closer to her face, splattering against the concrete.
Blood.
The breeze picked up for a moment, blowing against her face, but it was too late for her to feel anything. Her dead eyes stared at the door, unblinking as the breeze ruffled her hair.
Above her, a dirty, blood-stained hand held her still-warm heart, letting blood drip down onto the floor.
***
“Fine, bitch,” Katie muttered, tossing her phone onto her bed. “Don't pick up.”
III
“Yeah, I remember him,” the woman said as she took the phone from Jack's hands for a moment. She squinted a little as she stared at the photo. “He stayed here for a few nights last week. Nice guy. Friendly, but kept himself to himself most of the time.”
“You're certain?” Jack replied, standing in the lobby of the Hermitage House hostel, way out on the southern edge of town. “His name is Ben Freeman.”
“Yeah, Ben.” She passed the phone back to him. “Why, are you a cop? Did he do something wrong?”
“No,” Jack said, forcing a smile as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, “I'm not a cop, I just...” He paused, imagining his brother walking through the lobby. “Thank you,” he said finally. “You've been really helpful.”
***
“I don't want people thinking I'm weird,” Alex said, as he cut open the package that had just arrived for him at the police station, “so I was thinking I could shave my head bald and then start wearing an aluminum-lined wig.”
Reaching into the package, he pulled out a ball of hair that was vaguely similar to his own in terms of both color and style, although the resemblance didn't improve much as he tried to neaten it out. Turning it around, he pulled the edge up to reveal the aluminum lining.
“Clever, huh?”
Watching him from her chair, Jane seemed genuinely lost for words.
“I bought it online, of course,” Alex continued, getting to his feet and grabbing a comb from among his pot of pens. “Made in China, from real hair that they, I don't know, harvest from orphans or something. It grows back for them, so what's the problem? Nice was for them to make a little money. Now that's what I call a globalized economy. It's a miracle, really.” He made his way past his desk, heading to the far end of the office. “I'll be in the bathroom. Gotta try this baby on. If it looks good, I'll get the clippers out tonight.”
Jane watched in stunned silence as Alex headed through the door, and then she sat in silence for a moment.
“What the hell?” she said out loud, finally. “What the actual -”
“There's been another one,” a voice said suddenly.
Turning, she saw Caitlin Somers standing over by the window, her usual smile replaced by an intense stare.
“What do you mean?” Jane asked.
“What do you think I mean? I warned you, I told you to get this thing resolved before it was too late, and now...” The dead girl paused. “It's not too late, exactly, but there's been another murder. The body hasn't been found yet, but it's out there.”
