The tightness in his pants brought him out of his reverie, reminding him that he had an unsuspecting victim at the end of the hallway. Anticipating her fear overwhelmed him, and he quickly made his way to her room.
From the hallway, he could hear the deep breaths of sleep, and he slowly entered her room. The full moon shone in through the sheer curtains, covering her body in a white glow. To him, she looked as though she were made of alabaster. It reminded him of the time he and his wife had gone to New Orleans. It was before the kids were born, and he remembered how frightened his wife was when he took her to the cemetery after dark. All the graves were above ground and many had ornate carvings and statues of angels, gargoyles, and human forms. His wife’s fear had been so great, he’d pushed her against a tomb and fucked her, loving every moment of her cries and protests. The louder she pleaded for him to stop, the harder he hammered into her until he was spent. It was the best sex he’d had with Trisha in the twelve years they’d been married.
He glanced at Nadine and smiled, thinking she looked like one of the white marble forms on the tombs. It was funny how something as inconsequential as moonlight basking over his prey could inspire such comparisons.
Then she bolted up. It was like she’d sensed him. All thoughts flew from his head. He was in predator mode.
“What do you want?” Nadine asked. The slight tremor in her voice hit him in the groin. He slowly walked to her, his gaze locked on her. As if trying to disappear, she pressed closer to the headboard, her fingers gripping the sheet she held up in front of her.
“Do as I say and I won’t kill you,” he hissed.
“Please don’t do anything to me. I have money in my purse. I have some jewelry. You can take whatever you want, but please don’t hurt me.” Her voice shook and fright spread across her face. She was exactly where he wanted her to be.
Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her down toward the edge of the bed. The blade of the knife caught the moonlight and gleamed in the dark.
“Please don’t do anything to me. Please,” she whispered as he cut her nightgown off. Her begging was an aphrodisiac to him, and the more she pleaded, the harder he became until he couldn’t stand it anymore. At that point, the monster was unleashed.
A few hours later, he removed her panties from her mouth. “Get up,” he ordered.
Groaning, she pushed her naked and bruised body up. Tangles of her hair covered her face as she stared vacantly. Grasping her arms, he dragged her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. “Get in and wash up.” He shoved her inside the stall and then leaned against the wall, watching her wash away all evidence of him. When she was done, he dragged her back into the bedroom. As he picked up her nightgown and shoved it in a black bag, she went over to the bed and lay down.
“Get up.”
For a brief second, determination burned in her eyes, but then she stood up and he gathered the sheets, placing them in the plastic bag. The way she stood, shoulders slumped, defeated, made him sloppy—something he would berate himself about later. Without warning, she rushed over to him; he caught it in his peripheral vision, but before he could react, she’d grabbed his ski mask and pulled it off.
Shock mixed with contempt and disgust washed over her face. “You? Why did you do this to me?” Without a word, he pulled her to him. “No, oh no, please. I won’t say anything. I promise.”
She struggled a bit, but it was hard to do when he was squeezing her trachea. It sounded a bit like Styrofoam peanuts crunching. Letting go, he took out his knife from his back pocket. Nadine didn’t scream, only yelped like a whipped dog. With one movement he slid the knife across her neck, watching the blood gush out, his penis harder than it had ever been. As he ejaculated, he watched her blood seep into the carpet, taking her life with it.
Throwing his head back, he breathed in and out as he tried to regain his composure. After several minutes, he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then stuffed his clothes and shoes in the plastic bag with the soiled bedsheets. Making sure to steer clear of Nadine’s bloody body, he stuffed whatever he thought could be used to trace him into the bag and took another look around the room.
Satisfied that he’d cleaned everything up, he went down the stairs and left the house. He’d burn everything he’d taken in one of the ash pits at an abandoned farm he’d discovered the year before. The farm was about thirty miles from Alina, and the inspectors never bothered to check out all the illegal burning of trash that was rampant in the rural area of the county. As he drove home, he replayed the scenario over and over in his mind, mad at himself for being sloppy and not securing his victim before he gathered the evidence.
The house was dark when he arrived home and entered the garage. That night, he had blood on his clothes. It felt funny driving home naked. He chuckled when he thought about what would’ve happened had he had a flat tire or been stopped by a cop. He slipped into the house and crept up the stairs, positive his wife would be fast asleep.
As he gazed up at the ceiling, he came to a startling revelation: the fear in his victim’s eyes right before he snuffed out her life had given him the biggest thrill of his life.
He was hooked.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Goldie sat atthe bar watching two guys play pool at Balls and Holes pool hall. He’d had an hour to kill between appointments, and with Skull, Tattoo Mike, and Jimmy all at the shop, he figured they could handle any walk-ins. Weekdays could be slow, so an hour shooting the shit with Muerto and Crow seemed like a good way to break up his day.
“I heard you’re looking to get a new bike,” Goldie said as Muerto came over to him.
“Yeah. Ever since you got your new Road Glide Special, it’s been on my mind.”
“You gotta do it. My new bike just hums when I ride her. Just like a fine-tuned woman.”
“Damn. I gotta check them out. I wanted to wait for the rally and check out some of the bikes.”
Goldie felt his phone vibrate against him. A smile spread across his face when he saw Hailey’s name pop up.
Hailey:R u going 2 see ur grandma tonite?
Goldie:Ya. Probably bout 6.
Hailey:I missed u last nite.
