Nobody had ever asked Jake such a question before and nobody definitely knew anything about him being a serial killer until the bodies were discovered. Silent but ridden with some sense of violation rather than guilt, Jake walked to the bed and slowly found his sit on it with his hands placed on his head and his face looking to the ground.
“You would have made a hell of a CIA spy… living the double life, having people see you as one thing when you’re something else in the shadows”, Sean seemed to be having fun. “I will kill to have you work for me but even while I’m fascinated, some part of me still worries about you”.
The latter words prompted Jake to look back up. He could tell the man before him had begun to judge him and he wasn’t going to stand for it, considering Sean’s occupation must have meant he would take decisions and actions even while they may be considered inhumane.
“Why don’t you turn me in then?” Jake asked, staring blankly at the man.
Sean remained silent before walking over to the window again upon hearing car sirens blaring around as they drove past the hotel. He walked over to the television and turned it on before finding a good sitting spot just by the window and staring at the emergency news hour being broadcasted.
“I had a feeling that bitch was going to do this”, Sean sighed.
Unsure of what he was looking at other than ordinary news being aired, Jakes asked, “What?”
Sean placed a finger to his lips and pointed in the direction of the television which had clear pictures of Jake being splashed across the screen. He had been tagged a wanted man in America for the killings of eleven women in cold blood and in what the reporter termed a psychopathic act of a man who simply got the entire world fooled about who he truly was.
“It must be fun watching yourself being likened to Ted Brundy isn’t it?” Sean joked.
As much as he would have love to get himself fascinated by Ted Brundy’s comparisons, Jake felt he was more than just a dreadful and unsophisticated killer. He saw his work as art and one that could not be duplicated but he wouldn’t tell that to Sean. He knew the man wouldn’t come to understand.
“They have it!” Jake gasped and blinked endlessly.
On display was his trophy box being showed to the public to reiterate just how dangerous he was and why they need to call in with any information they might have on his whereabouts.
“Fifty thousand dollars!” Sean chuckled at the bounty being placed on Jake’s head before casting the man a rather bothersome look.
Jake frowned and warned, “I am worth more than that so don’t even think about cashing me in for such paltry sum”.
Sean had other ideas in mind while he continued to stare into the television screen.
“We will wait it out here until night time when I’ll go hunting that bitch!’ Jake mumbled.
Sean could tell they were walking on dangerous ropes and the man before him might still bear dark sides to him which he had not unleashed yet. His M.O was simply prostitutes but serial killers nap and end up veering towards another path at times.
“I have a plan”, Sean got up and said. “But you might not like it”.
Staring out the window and sighing before turning around to the sight of a fast and incoming blow that struck him hard and sent him falling to the ground. His vision darkened and light disappeared as he passed out unconscious.
“This might be the only way”, Sean leaned over and began dragging him towards the bed.
He searched Jake’s pocket for a cellphone and smiled to himself while he looked over to the television.
Chapter Fifteen
S
arah trotted around the station while chaos and pandemonium existed. Police officers hurried around like ants marching in search for sugar, while others simply followed up on leads about the man they had placed on the public’s enemy number one list but she had other ideas in mind and at least the confidence that she would get to them before anyone else would.
Mike Rondon hurried down the hallway and slipped into the elevator just as it threatened to close. Out of breath and barely able to keep himself standing, he waited for the doors to slam shut behind him before leaning over towards Sarah and trying to kiss her.
With a finger held high and pressed against his lips, she refused. “We have important work at hand right now and I cannot risk having it get jeopardized because we aren’t on out A game”.
Feeling somewhat pained by the rejection, Mike retreated and lowered his head. “Did you have to sleep with him though?”
Choosing to ignore his question, she took out a cigarette and lit it immediately, even while the warning sign against smoking was right before her, plastered to the wall. With some puffs and sigh in relief, she turned to the stewing man and smiled
“You don’t know these men like I do”, she replied.
Perplexed and befuddled, he built on her words, “What men?”
Sarah took another drag from her cigarette and brushed off his question as the door opened and granted them exit. They both walked out in silence, only responding to greetings from those around them as they made their way to Luke’s office. Sarah unlocked the door and permitted Mike entrance before shutting it.
Mike had been itching to ask the questions bothering his mind and he let rip immediately, “Is this going to work?”
Shrugging and indifferent, she turned to the window and slipped into the black leathered chair that seemed to be the only stand out furniture in
