Part 9

Part 9

As much fun as we were having dragging Jeff around, it set in my mind how much clean up we had ahead of us. Even though our land is open and accessible to any and everyone, we knew the first place the police would visit is us. I mean, it is on our property. After a good thirty minutes of high speed twists and turns it was safe to say we needed to check to see if he was still alive. I pulled up to the rear of the house, Matt jumped down from the bed of the truck with snow and ice on his face, shivering like he just took the polar bear plunge.

Jeff was cut up like he was in a tornado with nothing but razorblades. His junk was mangled and barely holding on. There were parts of his body that was cut down to the bone. I checked his vitals to see the outcome, subsequently he overcame his first round of torture and was still alive. Poor sucker don't know how to give up, he doesn't know when his battle has already been loss. Unlocking and unraveling the chains from around his bloody wrist, exposed the damage done to them by the friction and the weight from his body being pulled around. In some parts we could see his bone, but in others we could see his tendons, and they were throbbing.

We decided to set Jeff up in the shed that we just cleaned; so he could rest a little and regain the feeling back to his extremities. The beating he had was while deserved, we went inside to grab a bite to eat and relax before round two started. Matt was making us some BLTs with extra bacon while I went out to put Jeff's car into the garage. I went through his glove compartment and found two things that was quite concerning. The first thing was Polaroids of dead women, in every picture the bodies were laid perfectly, and each of them had some similarities but not to the point where they all looked exactly alike. I'm not sure what makes them similar but there's something. The next thing was a Police badge, but it wasn't real. Taking everything with me, I decided to check the trunk to see if there was anything else useful. When I popped open the trunk, there was a dead woman but didn't look like the rest. I looked at the pictures and looked at her, I may have went back and forth a good ten times. She didn't have on red lipstick or a mole; she sure as hell didn't look like Marilyn Monroe. At her head and feet were two shoe boxes, both filled with more Polaroids and a small toiletry bag. I gathered everything, except the woman and bag, and took everything into the house.

I spread everything out on the table, emptying both boxes, and put the fake badge in the center. When Matt finally came in with our plates his mouth damn near hit the floor.

"Umm, what the fuck is this?"

"I found it in Jeff's glove box and trunk. Matt, it looks like we caught ourselves a serial killer."

Who would've thought in a million years that we would come in contact with another serial killer? What are the odds of that even happening? The difference between him and us is that he murdered way more than we have and he kept the evidence with him at all times. He just didn't think things through, if the Police pulled him over, it would be a definite that we would have been sentenced to death. I guess our torture is nothing compared to being fried.

After taking out the tractor to rid the tire tracks and reshuffling the snow and ice from dragging this guy around; we made our way into the shed to have a talk with Jeff.

"We found everything, the pictures, the dead girl, the fake badge. How many women have you murdered?" Matt asked.

"You're going to kill me anyway, so I'm not saying shit." Jeff replied trying to relearn how to speak after losing more than half of his teeth.

"Well actually, that's the best reason to tell us because, you know how much pain we can put you through. You have to be the dumbest mother fucker alive. Why did you keep everything in your car? Why keep anything at all that'll link you with the murders; along with a dead woman in the trunk?" I said trying not to laugh.

Jeff said nothing, instead he looked down at his lap not even wanting to make eye contact. I told him he didn't have to answer, because we really didn't care. I covered him with a woolblanket and turned on the space heater that sat across the room from where he was sitting. I told him to think about if he wanted to answer our questions and that we'll be back in the morning with our resolution of what we're going to do with him if he doesn't.

The next morning we had a talk over breakfast on what we wanted to do with Jeff. Since Matt had the best idea, he was going take the lead on this one also. When we got to the shed it was nice and toasty. Matt asked Jeff a few questions and he still said nothing. Matt pulled out his gun, told and showed Jeff that the one he was holding was real. Matt explained that our goal wasn't too kill him; so as long as he didn't try anything stupid, he would walk outta here alive. Jeff nodded his head that he understood. I unlocked the handcuffs, shackles, helped him to his feet, and escorted him to his car.