Prologue
A car pulls up and the door opens, the young women of ill
repute gets in. There is a figure driving, their hood is up the woman can't see
the strangers face, they pull off the road after about 45 minutes, the car the
woman notices is an old beater, black with no license plate but she still got
in now she is wondering if it was a good idea. "Okay for full service it
will be 250 dollars" the woman tells the figure. There is no response
instead the figure gets out and comes around to open the door, the young woman
gets out and follows the figure and says "okay it can be done here."
She is about 100 yards from the car now and notices that nobody is around if
she didn't need the money she would never have been out here, but she undresses
and waits. The figure walks behind her and she heard a rustle of paper then
felt a searing pain she is stabbed in the back and she screams but nobody can
hear her here, she is so far away from life, she is being stabbed over and over
she only hears the figure counting, wishing she had never got in the car was
her last thoughts and the last thing she heard was 57... And her own scream
though out the night air, which was cold so cold even though the temperature
was 85 degrees. The figure walks back to the car and strips down and puts all
the cloths in the back then walks over to the river and washes its hands and then
walks back to the car and opens the trunk takes out a bag putting the other in
and gets dressed with the clothes inside of this second bag. The figure then gets into the car and drives
away, and drives for about 30 minutes and pulls to the side of the rode takes
the bag of clothes out of the trunk and throws it into the bin where the
homeless men are sitting, then throws in a bottle worth of lighter fluid then
throws the bottle in then lights a match and throws it in. The figure then wipes down the car then
throws the keys leaving it unlocked and the doors open, and then the figure
walks away. About an hour later the
figure would be seen getting into a car parked at a local store but nobody was
around to see the figure enter into a 4 door Pontiac grand prix. This trip took 2 hours and 55 minutes, the
figure is getting better, and the last trip took an hour longer. Now for her to
find her surprise.
Ch. 1
The next morning... "Good Morning Las Vegas! You are listening to..." The
radio snooze button is pushed and four 7 year olds run in to the bedroom.
"Mom Mom Mom Mom."
"What?!" The young woman is now alert.
"There is a story on the news that there is a psycho
killer on the loose in Las Vegas!"
"Are we safe?" They youn woman's child is asking.
The mother gets up and lifts them off the bed.
"Of course you all are I would never let anything
happen to you four now get ready to go to school." The children hug there
mom and then run out of the room to the living room where the sit down in front
of the television. In the bedroom the phone rings.
"Hello, Anderson
household." this young woman had gone back to her maiden name and changed
her children’s last name to Anderson
as well.
"Jennifer Anderson, turn on the news." the person
on the other end tells her.
"Let me guess, Amanda, there is a new killer on the
loose, my 7 year old children came in running this morning worried about their
safety."
"Yeah, but Jenni, this man is sick."
"He couldn't have killed over 2, I haven't been
notified, but what is the situation?"
"This is the 2nd killing I guess and the victims are
prostitutes."
"Go on."
"Well this guy is picking them up taking them to
abandoned fields and killing them after he has them undress."
"Yuck."
"The first murder was last week, stabbed multiple times
from behind and the same with the second victim."
"Any leads on a suspect?"
"Not that the newspaper has been made aware of. But the
boss down here wants to link to a Jack the Ripper copycat, and use the headline
The Ripper Reincarnated."
"Nice but Jack's first victim was never actually linked
to him, so Jack only killed five woman cutting them up and mutilating
them."
"True, but maybe he wants to double the number."
"The serial killer, who the copy cat admires, had a
ritual and the copy cat will usually do it by the book and don't vary."
"Yeah, yeah miss FBI serial killer profiler rain on my
fun."
"If you do go with that lead let me know what happens
that gives tell tale signs."
"I'll be sure to let you know, talk to you later."
"Later, Amanda." With that Jenni hung up the phone
and yelled out to her kids "You dressed?"
"Yes, Mom" she heard four voices yell back to her.
She gets up and puts on her robe and makes her way to the
kitchen glancing at the clock by her bed, it is six thirty in the morning and
to early to be up on a Thursday, but her four children get up even earlier for
the cartoons. As she gets things ready for breakfast she can't help but
remember that her life changed with one phone call from Amanda telling her to
turn on the news, it was a different death, different life. Her husband was holding a press conference
and had publicly asked for a divorce in a way. He had confessed to hiring
prostitutes and he had contracted HIV though a threesome. He had confessed to
hiring both male and female hookers.
'Escorts' was the word he used.
She is fine, that was three years ago now and many HIV tests
later, they are still negative and she thanks God everyday that her and her
children are fine. Here ex-husband was never the same he was the mayor of Las Vegas and had a huge
political career ahead of him, which was destroyed with his confession. She
thought about going back home to Adair, Iowa,
back to her daddy's farm. She had bought it for him about eight years ago
before her children were born, and her dad would welcome her and her children
back with open arms, but there are not many serial killers in Adair, and she
works for the FBI profiling team specializing in serial killers, she travels a
lot, but not so much from Las Vegas, that is why she stays. She also teaches
some times at the local high school, history, so that way when she is taking a
mind break she has something to do when the kids are at school. But mostly she
works from home on her cases.
She thought about what got her into this line of work. Her family was not the normal type of family,
they are a weird bunch, and they loved to watch true crime shows, especially
about unsolved murders. So she would
follow up, use as much information as she could get and solved many crimes
before being trained by the FBI to do so.
Well what happened was the FBI tracked these anonymous tips that turned
out right all the time and came knocking at her daddy's front door. They sat
down and asked a million questions for hours, before deciding to pull her from
school, get her a GED and stick her in the profiling class at the FBI head
quarters. Two years later she was the
best in here field and she went to college mostly on-line but sometimes in
class. She was a Political Science and
History major with a secondary education certificate. She met her husband
Richard Armstrong, he was a law student and 27 she was 18. He had gotten his masters in Political
Science and then was finishing up law school, it was a crazy courtship. They
married within 6 months of knowing each other. She was working for the FBI and
he was setting up his political career and soon won a mayoral election right
out of law school. She bought her dad his farm back and within a year she was
pregnant and had four children, Agnes Bridget, Christopher Ross, Evelyn Rae and
John Raymond. After the children started to go to school at the age of 3 she
started teaching part time so as not to be alone all the time with her work.
Then three years ago the bomb was dropped on her. Her husband of six years was
admitting to affairs with both women and men! And that he had HIV. She was
floored he did that across national television. They were asking him were she
was. She was at home in her kitchen watching the television with Amanda on the
other end of the phone, she was in shock. She first went to a doctor and had
blood drawn from there she got the best divorce lawyer in town, there was no
way that man would get anything of hers or her children. Her dad flew out and
stood by her side for the year and half of hell. She won, she got full custody
of the children, the reason being certain underage prostitutes came forward and
he lost all rights. Her children did not know why she was mad at their father
but they were so young when going though the divorce. She changed her and her
children's' last names back to Anderson. Now her kids watch the news every
morning- case in point new killer. Not yet defined as a serial killer unless of
course there has been 1 other linked. But if there was she would have received
a call for a profile as soon as the third body had been found.
"Mom, we want pancakes." Evelyn states.
"You do?"
"Yes, Yes" I hear Chris and John agree.
"How about you Ag?" She just nods her head in
agreement, that is her quiet child.
"Well okay thank I will make some really quick we
wouldn't want you for late for the bus today." She starts cooking while
they go back to watching their cartoons, she is thinking about the day ahead as
she sets the places and starts serving up pancakes. "Kids come and get
it." She has to go down to the main headquarters today and her children
only have today and tomorrow before being let out for Christmas break. She sits
and eats with her children just watching them she doesn't get to much time,
they finish and do a mad dash to the door all four could be heard yelling
"bye mom" down the hall. She gets the dishes and washes them and puts
them away and turns to her room to prepare for the day.
An hour later she walked into the FBI Las Vegas head
quarters signed in walked right over to the door with a huge restricted sign on
it and swiped her ID card gaining access and here boss was right inside waiting
for her to show up.
"Jennifer, we have a problem" he was telling her
as they walked to the conference room once in the conference room.
Jennifer asked " with what a new
serial killer or one of our 39 actives?"
"You."
"What?!"
"Remember that profile you made for your final - the
scorned female."
"Our fake profiles we needed to do, yeah why? I mean
how could we forget that , praise from the professors and shit from the guys in
the class, they at least choose males or copy cats or the normal typical serial
killer, but I made up a woman, not typical out of the ordinary very extreme and
will probably never see in this life." Jennifer and her boss are Mike are
sitting at a conference table, talking so nobody can hear.
"Wrong, someone has your profile or had to have at
least read it, they are coping it, to perfection."
"Well..."
"Okay we think that it is a male that is killing the
victims, the victims are actually getting into the car- they are pros."
"Just as in my profile, well make fake profile. I mean
the killer could be a female, homosexual or even bisexual, are the killings
after a sexual act?"
"Not that we know of there was no sign of entry and the
doc found nothing on the bodies to suggest sex within hours of being killed, most
likely the first customer of the night."
"Any undercover cops in the area?"
"Yeah, I may have the fielders ask the people on their
corners."
"You may want to pull them and send the johns, we don't
want our agents killed if there is a psycho on the loose."
"Good point as soon as the third body is found which
should be tonight I want a profile and get yours out, we need to go over both
with a fine tooth comb, and keep this between only the team."
As she walked from the conference room to her office she
could see Mike's wheels turning in his head. He was right of course when he
said it was most likely a male killer, but who knows how many people had access
to her grad project. She went home soon after checking her email and putting in
an appearance, she waited for her children to come home cooked supper and
helped them with their home work and put them to bed, but this issue was still
on the back of her mind. It kept her up all night, that she was able to pull
the finish product from her file (there are 2 copies one at the library in the
FBI and hers) and starting the new profile.
Ch. 2
The car came up it was blue this time still there were no
license plates and the figure was as always dressed in black and the hooker
walks up to the car the figure opens the door and she gets in saying it will be
250 for a ride of his life. The figure drives to an abandoned building and the
figure gets out the hooker follows and strips and turns around. She hears the
rustle of plastic and then feels the searing shocking pain. She is stabbed
again multiple times but nobody is around to hear her scream with her final
breaths of life. The figure is counting she hears and she hears the number 57
as the last thing she hear before her life force gives away into nothing. The
figure continues to stab the lifeless body, 117 times to be exact just like the
previous 2 times. Then just like the previous two times the figure strips and
walks to a hose and turns it on letting the water run over its hands then wipes
everything down even though the figure is still wearing the gloves, it then
walks over and places the clothes and the gloves into a bag and gets dressed
from a different bag then it gets in to the car. The figure drives about 20
minutes into the desert and where a group of homeless people are staying. The
figure places the clothes into the canister they are burning out of and pours
lighter fluid on top and throws in a match to light it on fire, then gets into
the car and drives for another 50 miles before parking getting out of the car
and wipes it down and getting into the waiting car. Again down in time the
figure is getting better.
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