Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
An excerpt from:
"His Fifteenth Victim"
"His Fifteenth Victim"
She screamed and
turned. Then she burst out laughing.
‟I’m
sorry, you startled me. I didn’t hear you
come up.” With heart still racing she eyed
him up and down hoping he was friendly.
‟No,
I’m
sorry. I didn’t
mean to scare you. Can I be of any help?”
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‟It
just died on me.”
‟Get
in n' try it.”
She slid behind the
wheel and turned the key. The motor grumbled but never started.
He yelled from the
front of the car to her, "You got
Triple A?”
‟Damn,
I did until last month.” Shaking her head
back and forth, no.
When he leaned into
her window she felt a panic wash over her.
‟Hi.
My name is Brad Littleton. I live a few miles down the road. This
same road actually. Your cell phone working? Mine’s
not, I forgot to recharge. I do that a lot. Do you?”
He appeared friendly
enough.
‟No,
hardly ever, my cell is my only phone, so I’d
be in trouble if I forgot. I did only once and learned my lesson.”
‟I
could call my friend he has a tow truck it would save you money from
using a real service, unless you got the two-hundred for a tow.”
He knew, even if she did, saving money usually appeals to everyone.
He
was counting on her being no different.
She handed him her
phone. He punched in the numbers.
‟Sam,
hi. I need your help. I’m being a knight in
shining armor here, and your tow truck will cinch the deal with the
beautiful lady I got here.”
She blushed when he
said she was beautiful. He liked her, so the panic feeling she had
left disappeared as the idea of appealing
to him replaced it. While he continued to talk, her eyes now drank
him in and she liked what she saw.
Handing the phone
back to her he said, "He's coming, but
he hasn't gotten home from his real job
yet, so he'll be a little while. If that's OK, with you?”
‟That’s
fine, thank you.”
‟Maybe
we can push the car off to the side. It would be safer that way.”
She steered and he
pushed until it was completely off the hard surface part of the road.
‟I
can stay and wait with you, if you like?”
he suggested.
The idea of waiting
alone was starting to bother her, so she piped up quickly with a,
"Yes, please. I would feel better.”
He moved his van
behind her car off the road as well. Then
walked up to her passenger side door and reached for the handle. It
was locked. Without hesitation she unlocked it for him and he filled
the seat next to her.
Her cologne reached
his nose and he sucked it deep inside of him. The scent teased his
senses. For ten minutes he forced the small talk to continue to keep
her off guard.
‟You
got anything to drink in here. I sure am thirsty.”
‟No,
and I am too.”
she replied.
He then
started to laugh.
‟Listen
to me, ‘da.’ I was going to the park to walk, and I got four
bottles of water in the van and some
world famous Brad peanut
butter crackers. Come on. Let’s
get em.”
He opened the door
and started to walk back to his vehicle. He stopped turned and waved
at her to come join him.
Oh,
what the hell. I am starving.
She opened her door
and headed for the van. He opened the passenger side back door. By
the time she arrived he had climbed inside and was opening a
backpack. She took a seat at the opening. Being the thoughtful
gentleman, he handed her a bottle of water after
he opened it for her.
‟It’s
getting chilly with the sun going down. Peanut butter crackers?”
He handed her a sealed sandwich baggy full of
crackers.
‟Thanks,
your right it is getting cooler.”
‟Get
in and close to door then. That should be enough, just to get out of
the breeze.”
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She did. Before she
had a chance turn to turn around from closing the door he pounced.
She screamed but no one heard her. Once, he had her tied tightly and
secured the way he wanted, he went back to her car. He took all the
paper work from inside the glove compartment. He checked under the
seats and searched the trunk, removing any personal items from it.
Finally, he removed the license tag. He placed everything he
collected into the passenger seat of the van.
She was screaming,
but all he heard was a muffled sound. The gag did the job. He looked
forward to listening to her screams later.
Terrified eyes
watched as he searched through her pocketbook for her phone. Once
found it, he redialed the last number.
‟Sam,
Brad here. The tow job. Listen, just take it
the Bob's and tell him to crush it. It looks like the timing belt
went bad and the engine locked up. My girl decided not to repair
it...Great- OK, Thanks-a-mill. Oh and keep the money you get for your
fee and trouble. Bye.”
Then he snapped the
phone in half.
***
By the time Meg and
Carl stepped foot in Mexico to begin their dream vacation of a
lifetime, Sandra's nightmare had already begun.
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