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7
The Body
Flashback
HUDSON
Jack Danvers. A cheap contractor living in Downtown Manhattan. His name had been pinned to my wall for over a year. The same amount of time that I’d spent watching his every move—well almost every.
He was an ignorant fuck, unaware that I’d been keeping tabs on him ever since the police department placed him as a person of interest.
But they’d managed to fuck that up and let him go due to insufficient physical evidence, yet they had CCTV footage to show that he was following my sister for at least half an hour until footage cut off. I wasn’t going to let him go. Instead, I watched him closely, even casually bumping into him as he picked flowers—daffodils to be specific—for his wife, Meredith, and a box of chocolates for his daughter, Dani, who was about the same age Cass would have been.
I was waiting for him to slip up. To give me the opportunity I needed to finally end him. I wasn’t a bad person and I didn’t just set out to stalk people, but if I did, I was going to wait for them to give me a reason to fuck their lives over. I could take everything away and leave them crawling and begging for me to give it back. That’s the kind of pleasure I sought.
It took a year, but Jack slipped up. I found him cheating on his wife for a month with a seventeen-year-old girl online. Obviously, he’d been catfishing her. No one in their right state of mind would plan to meet up so that they could fuck a fat, perverted fucker like him. I’d hacked his browser history—which wasn’t that hard to do if you were like me and spent a lot of time watching other people. Most of the time it felt as if I were the spectator and the rest of the world, the audience.
He’d spent a lot of his income on a girl he’d met on Instagram, while his wife thought he was busy gambling and paying off debts. Jack also liked to watch an unhealthy amount of abusive underage porn in incognito mode on a Dark Web site that he’d been anonymously using. The porn was specific; Young girls in rape situations being strangled and fucked. Just like Cass. It made my skin crawl.
But the cheating part is not where Jack slipped up. I found him on an exclusive serial killer site on the Dark Web gloating about how he’d raped and killed a “sixteen-year-old rich bitch” over a year ago and now he was looking to do it again.
It felt almost too easy then, calling him up as the owner of a developing building in Billionaires Row looking for a good contractor for the right price. I was on the top floor of the building, dressed in black, blending into the night and surrounded by dust and concrete.
“Chris?” I recognized the sound pitch of his voice instantly because I’d been listening to it for a fucking year.
“You came!” I turned around and faced him. Jack Danvers. A forty-two-year-old, tipping on the edge of obesity, dick-headed cunt. I took a deep breath and felt the smile forming on my lips as he squinted at me. But I flashed my torchlight on, not wanting him to be in the dark about my facial features. I watched as the color drained from his cheeks. It was almost as if I could feel his blood run cold as he recognized me. He knew what was coming to him.
Jack pointed a finger at me. “Y-you’re not…”
He stammered on his words and stumbled as he stepped backward on a pile of rubble.
“Yeah, sorry about that minor detail. I’m not Chris. It was a lie,” I said, taking a step toward him. I was in no rush. I wanted to see him fall and run in fear. “But, I bet you’re good at that, aren’t you, Jack? Lying?”
I shone the torchlight on his face just in time to see a trickle of sweat run down the side of his face. His black beady eyes were fixed on me.
“Look, man. I didn’t do anything to your sister,” he said.
I shook my head as I glanced down at the sledgehammer on the ground, so I bent down and lifted it, dragging it with me as I looked back up at Jack.
“Hmm, the “rich bitch” you mean? I don’t want to know about what you did or didn’t do, you stupid cunt. But what I do know is that you love fucking young girls before murdering them, don’t you?”
I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep it cool before I finally let the animal in me take over. The need to beat the fuck out of him had me teetering on the edge of insanity.
“How do you know that?” Jack’s voice was barely audible.
“I know a lot of things,” I said, moving my arm back and hurling the torch in Jack’s direction so fast that he doesn’t have time to dodge the hit.
It hit him right in the head, a loud crack breaking the hollow silence of the building.
“FUCK!” He fell over, pressing both palms against his forehead, and my lips lifted in satisfaction at the sight of dark blood running down his pale forehead.
“Don’t worry,” I said, as I approached him.”You won’t leave here alive.”
“Please.” Jack raised his hands. “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to fucking kill her.”
At his admission, I felt my anger spill over the edge as I lifted the sledgehammer and took a swing at his head.
Jack screamed, falling back as the hammer connected with his head. The crack echoed in the building around us and warm blood sprayed across my hands.
