Part 10

Part 10

We decided that putting Jeff with his victim was pay back for not talking. After locking him in the trunk we retreated to the house to go through the pictures. Both wearing gloves and wiping off our finger prints from the previous encounter with the photos, we counted 248 different pictures in total. Some children but mostly adults, all with red lipstick, and a mole to make them all look like Marilyn Monroe. I have to give it to him, he's magnificent when is comes to applying makeup. There's no way he decided to kill women and was able to do such a marvelous job without some kind of experience. Rummaging through his pockets I was able to locate his wallet which held several credit cards, $491.00 in cash, and of course his driver's license. Jeff wasn't really Jeff, his name is Mike L. Harold, with a valid driver's license issued by the State of Washington. I searched his name in Intelus and was able to match the information with what I already had. Intelius gave me a lot of information but here were two things I was looking for, phone numbers and email addresses. I'm sure your wondering why that information is needed, so allow me to explain. I needed to know more about him and what better source to procure that data, then from Facebook.

Once I found the correct phone number to use in my search I found his profile and of course everything was public. First, I looked through the places he traveled, jotted them down for our own interests. Then his employment, well employment before he became a pimp and serial killer. After that I checked out his pictures and friends list. I called Matt in the dining room to fill him in new my findings.

"Mike use to work at a funeral home in his home State, Washington. He's traveled to twenty different States besides here and his hometown, but this is where it gets hairy. He has 3,649 friends and out of that, there were 119 people that posted something about a missing person. Now, I don't know if these people knew the missing people or not but maybe 50 to 60 of them are in that pile of photos."

"So you're telling me these people were already missing because he's the one that kidnapped them?"

"No, I think he saw the missing photos, searched for them, and as he found each person, he killed them."

"I don't think he's that smart Ryan, he had a lubricated BB gun for God's sake."

"Yeah but think about it this way, if you're caught with a BB gun, how much time do you get for that? If you're caught with a real gun how much time do you get? I believe he's a lot smarter than we think Matt."

"Now what?"

"Let's get rid of him, the car, pictures, and his victim. I just don't want to spend anymore time on him."

I drove Mike's car to a lake that was a good forty-five minutes from our home, while Matt followed in our SUV. Drove it as far as I could on the lake before I started to feel uncomfortable. Opened the trunk and threw two zip lock bags filled with his pictures inside with him. Mike started to plead for his life but I disregarded his cries slamming the trunk shut. I lit four quarter sticks of dynamite before the ice cracked enough and exposed the rapid currents under the thick sheet of ice, swallowing up the Nova from front to back. Matt and I stood there for about an hour to make sure Mike didn't make it out. By this time, if he made it out of the trunk I'm certain he would die from hypothermia.

Heading back in the direction of our home we decided to hold off our trip to Anchorage so we can wipe down the entire house and shed. Once we were 30 feet from the house I noticed Diamond's truck and both females were at the door waiting. Finally noticing it was us, they both came to greet us as we exited the SUV.

"What are you doing here?" Matt ask.

"We've been trying to reach yall so we thought we would come check up on you. Plus, I was missing you." Diamond said as she pushed up on me.

"We're fine but we're also pretty busy. We have to clean and we have some traveling to do in the morning." I said hoping they would get the picture.

"We can do the cleaning and you two can relax." Rebecca said rubbing Matt's face.

"Ryan, we can always hold off on the cleaning and cancel our meeting tomorrow. Let's show these lovely ladies a good time." Matt replied while he was rubbing on Rebecca's ass.

The majority rules in this case, we went into the house, and straightened up a tad. The girls cleaned the kitchen while Matt and I went to our separate rooms to shower. By the time I got out of the shower Jackie was laid across the bed watching me dry off and get ready.

"Can I take you out to dinner? There's this restaurant that I would like to go to and I think you would enjoy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not? I figure if you miss me we should spend some quality time out the bedroom. What do you think? Well, unless I'm just your boy toy."

"Never that, I would love to go out to dinner."

She smiles at me gesturing for me to come over to her near the bed. Jackie takes off my towel, grabs the head of my dick with her mouth, but I moved back, and told her that it's not just about sex with me. I wanted to also know where her head was. At first she had this worried look on her face like this is something she never heard before. I kneeled down in front of her to tell her that I really enjoy her company but I also want to respect her as a woman. She let the loudest yell and wrapped her arms around me, damn near choking me to death. I patted her on her arm and was able to whisper that I couldn't breath, she suddenly let me go, and started to kiss me.