check or he run the risk of scaring her off. “Shit, I’m
sorry, that sounded douchey.” Michael leaned back on his desk.
“Monday was a bit awkward for both of us. I guess I’m trying to
ease that awkwardness. If I knew which way you wanted this to go I
think that would help.”
“ I understand. I’m glad I’m
not the only one that feels awkward.” Nicole kept her gaze to the
floor. “I would love to go to your apartment Saturday, what time
should I arrive?”
Michael smiled down at her. She was so eager
to please it made his cock rock hard. “How about seven p.m. does
that work for you?”
“ Yes, Sir.”
“ Alright now that is
settled let’s get some work done. See, the awkwardness has already
lessen.” He walked back over to behind his desk and sat on the
chair. “I will look over the file you gave me. Both of these cases
should be pretty easy.”
“ Thank goodness.” She
looked up at him and he was smiling warmly at her. That made her
feel so much better.
***
Michael called Linda and told her something
came up and that he would be unable to go out this Wednesday. She
sounded so disappointed and yet she should be thanking whatever God
she prayed to, that this happened.
Michael couldn’t quiet the demon inside
himself. His need was overwhelming and this was dangerous. This is
how people like him get caught. He had talked with Adam earlier
this afternoon to confirm what Nicole had told him was the truth
and it was. Adam would no doubt wallow in self-pity, most of his
kind did. Michael would never waste energy on such emotions.
He pulled up to the apartment building in
the rented car. He shut the car off. He had to wait a moment to
control his need.
When a woman broke his heart he did what he
does best. She took his heart he took her life. These kills where
highly ritualize. He would strangle her until the life left her
eyes then he stab her through the heart. He would lay the body out
in a place that meant something to them. He would cut off a chunk
of hair to save as a trophy then dose the body with white paint. He
didn’t really know why he went to so much trouble with these kind
of kills. From a legal standpoint this was oddly smart of him. They
would never pin these murders on the same person from his previous
kills, they were just too different to link to the same person.
Michael’s first love was Jenny Thompson,
their relationship lasted a year, but when she refused to go to the
same college he did so they could be close to each other he took it
as a betrayal and killed her. His second love, Kim Nichols, was
during his sophomore year at Yale. She went to Southern Connecticut
state university to study art. He grew tired of her clinginess and
killed her. These two and one other victim were the only ones he
remembered their names, the only ones he had a sliver of remorse
for killing. No one knew of these relationships and he always
figured he wanted it that way just in case he couldn’t control his
demons and killed her. Self-preservation was always utmost in
Michael’s mind.
He got out of the car and headed inside. He
looked around for any kind of cameras or security devices.
Thankfully, most of these low rent apartments didn’t have any kind
of security. He went to the stairs and just walked up the four
flights. He couldn’t chance someone would see him. His need to kill
was growing with every step he took.
He swung open the stairwell door and did a
quick look up and down the hallway. No one was there. He quickly
headed for apartment twenty. He kept looking up and down the
hallway as he waited for someone to answer.
The door slowly opened.
“ Shit, did Adam send
you?”
Michael shoved the door open knocking Mindy
on her ass.
“ Hey man, what the fuck?” a
guy said.
“ Danny, don’t touch him, he
is a fucking lawyer. This is Adam’s friend.” Mindy got up to her
feet. “What do you want?”
Michael made his way to her small
kitchen.
“ Dude, get the fuck out
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