Page 88 of The Collector


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Fine. Chase rolled his eyes and began his journey down into the creepy murder room. Little did he know how true those thoughts would be.

Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, Chase gasped.

Dangling in the center of the room, over a floor covered in plastic, was a man bound by his wrists.

Chase’s eyes were wide as he took in the horrific scene. He was pretty sure that this was one of the opening scenes from one of the Saw movies. If a puppet on a bike appeared, he was getting the fuck out of there.

“Wh–what’s going on?” Chase asked, moving closer to where Marc stood, eyes never leaving the battered body dangling from chains.

This was the sort of shit you only saw in horror movies. In all his years on the police force, he had never seen a man dangling from the ceiling still alive. Dead, yes, of course. But alive… they were still moving… and bleeding… and smelling really fucking bad.

“This here is Martin Glaslow. He is a three-time convicted rapist and murderer of at least four people,” Marc announced.

He wished that Marc had warned him. Then at least he wouldn’t have looked like such a pussy walking down the stairs and being caught so off guard by a dangling meat sack.

“I don’t remember seeing his name in the book,” Chase noted, trying to think back through all the heinous crimes and names listed in that godforsaken journal.

“He’s not. This man is the monster who raped and murdered Madison.”

Chase’s head snapped toward Marc. “What? How do you know?”

“Alex and I have been working on this case since you first joined our team. We wanted to find the monster who took away your sister and deliver him to you so that you could finally get justice for your sister and find some peace for yourself. We finally found this piece of shit in Buffalo.”

The man struggled against his chains and groaned through his gag.

Chase stared up at the beast who had haunted his nightmares for two years now. The creature who tore apart his family and left a gaping hole in his heart. He loved his sister, and to see what this animal did to her and how he just tossed her body into Lake Ontario as if she were nothing but trash…

Chase’s fists tightened. He understood now why Marc told him not to bring Levi. He didn’t want Levi to witness all the horrible things he was about to do to this man.

His eyes darkened as he stalked toward his prey.

Another buff man standing next to Glaslow, with blue and black hair, took a step forward.

“Just so you know, this room is soundproof, and we have everything you need to dispose of a body down here.”

He motioned toward a table covered in knives and sharp instruments that looked like they would be a lot of fun to use on the monster who took away his sister.

“You can use anything you want. Might I suggest these to start?” he held up garden clippers. “They are great for removing fingers and toes. I just had them sharpened, so they’ll cut like a hot knife through butter.”

Chase gave the blue-haired man an evil grin. He liked how this man thought.

“I’m Chase, by the way.”

“Patrick,” the man said, flashing him a smile that the Devil himself would be proud of.

Perhaps there was a God, after all.

Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, he stared at the tools spread out across the table and wondered what instrument his sister would have liked for him to use on the man who violated her, then took her from the world.

His hand fell on a scalpel. Madison always said that she wanted to be a doctor. This seemed like a poetic way to start.

“You know, I often wondered what I would do if I ever caught the man who took away my sister. Now that I finally have you dangling in my sights, it’s all so clear.”

Chase turned around, smiling. His eyes were black as night.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun playing doctor.”

Across the room, Marc and the blue-haired man smiled as Chase stalked toward the man who would spend the next four hours screaming.

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