Sarah’s stomach dropped. The man before her was the worst kind of predator. Brilliant, cunning, and dangerous. She couldn’t detect an ounce of sympathy, care or guilt in him. Females were simply on earth to provide a service to him, even if that service was sex.
“The real draw for these girls,” he continued, “is that none of the pictures are ever of their face. I don’t need that, only the panties. They whine and complain during the shoots. Their boyfriend is horrible or their parents disowned them. They’re living with friends. Things like that. But once every few weeks, a girl will enter my studio and tell me the nobody knows I’m here story. She couldn’t tell anyone because they’d be upset. These girls are down on their life with nothing really going for them. So I offer them an amazing opportunity. I need someone at our bigger studio north of Toronto to do a glamour shoot and they’d be perfect. I compliment them just enough. Sarah, you could almost see their eyes widen at their newfound luck.”
She hated every time he used her name. With no chair to sit on, she got down on the floor and crossed her legs.
“I even offer them a full-time job at ten thousand bucks a month. They usually fall for everything I spoon feed them. When they’ve agreed, I offer to drive them up and show them the studio right away so they can meet the other executives. I drive them here and all they meet is another girl that I’ve held captive for the past few months. The new girl gets to watch while I have the old one perform numerous sex acts on me and then I kill her. It’s quite something to have the new girl see what’s in store for her if she doesn’t behave. A man has never had sex like the kind coming from an obedient eighteen-year-old doing exactly what she’s told to do.”
Sarah almost got up and ran at the bars. Knowing they were steel made no difference. In that moment, she would find a way through. It took everything in her power to contain all urges of murder.
She wanted to weep for all the young girls this beast of a man had hurt.
When he comes looking for something, I’ll be waiting. He’ll be dead soon.
“Sometimes I just need a change, or I meet a prettier girl at the studio.” He shrugged and looked down at his hands. “The best, kinkiest sex comes from frightened girls. They do it thinking they’ll keep me happy. If I’m happy, they rationalize, maybe I’ll begin to like them and it’ll be different for them. I even let these stupid ones think things are going their way.” He looked up at Sarah. His left hand went to his head where he picked at something. “How pathetic are they? I only use them. The pleasure I take is in their pain. My existence is misery. I know who and what I am and I’m comfortable with it. I love it when I’m pumping them and they cry. There is no greater sex.” He stood from his chair. “One day I’ll make you cry too, Sarah. You watch.”
She felt detached from the conversation. Like it wasn’t happening. Somehow, it didn’t feel real. The day he touched her would be the day she drove her thumbs into his eye sockets all the way to the back of his skull.
“Now, the price you have to pay for the fingernails in the toilet mistake will be one bullet in your friend here. Somewhere low so he won’t bleed out too much.”
Elmore stood and walked closer to Drake’s cell door, his gun in his hand again.
“Wait. I’ll get you the nails.”
“Too late, Sarah. They’re dirty now. I told you not to let them touch the floor. The toilet is a little worse. You understand who I am now, so you’ll also know I don’t play games.”
Drake’s feet moved. Either he’d been awake or was just waking up.
“Let’s talk about this.”
Shit. There’s nothing I can do.
“The time for deal making is over now.”
Elmore lifted the weapon and took careful aim.
Something banged upstairs. Sarah turned at the same time Elmore did.
“What was that?” he asked out loud.
She detected doubt in his voice. Something was wrong above. That meant no one else was supposed to be in the house, otherwise the sound wouldn’t have startled him so much.
The noise came again.
Knocking.
The asshole left the basement door open and now someone’s pounding on the front door.
“Feed an opportunity, starve a problem,” Sarah said. “You fail.”
Elmore’s face changed instantly to anger. The gun disappeared into the back of his pants as he ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time.
The single bulb flicked off and the door at the top of the stairs slammed shut.
The lock clicked as Sarah tried to get her breathing back under control.
That was close. That was too fucking close.
Chapter 22
Elmore locked the basement door and moved down the hallway quietly. It had to be six in the morning. Who could be at his door? Even door-to-door preachers stayed out of the area because it was too hard to walk the long distances between houses.
As much as he wanted to believe otherwise, he had no doubt that it was the police at his door. But how? He couldn’t think of a single mistake he’d made. How could they track him so well? He’d been too good for too many years. It didn’t make sense. He wasn’t followed. His cell phone jammer covered radio frequency devices too, so it wasn’t that.
In the living room, he pulled a curtain back. Two black and whites were parked out front. A couple of uniformed men stood by the vehicles and two men stood at his door.
Cops. Fuck.
He slipped into his office and took the gun out of his pants, placing it in the bottom drawer of his desk and then hustled back out to the door.
When he had gotten up from his short sleep this morning, he’d put on a brown T-Shirt and jeans. That would have to do for their impromptu visit. He fluffed his hair a little and stepped up to the door as they knocked again.
He twisted the knob and opened it. “Good morning. A bit early for a Policeman’s Ball funding drive, isn’t it?”
The man on the right wore a black fedora hat and appeared to be very cool, but Elmore could tell something brewed under his collar. The man on the left looked nervous like just being there bothered him.
What is this all about?
“Elmore Ackerman?” the one with the hat asked.
Elmore nodded, not sure if he should be identifying himself.
“Have you seen this girl?” the man with the hat asked. He produced a picture of Sarah Roberts. “She was last seen with this man, Drake Bellamy.” He produced another picture of the guy in the cage beside Sarah’s.
“Badges please,” Elmore said. “I’d like to know who I’m talking to first.”
The two men looked at each other. Elmore knew it was the law. They had to identify themselves with their name and badge number. After a brief pause when Elmore thought they weren’t going to comply with his request, the man on the left pulled his out.
“Spencer Milton. I’m the lead investigator of the Rogers Centre shooting yesterday and this here is Rod Howley. He’s with the American authorities.”
“Pleased to meet you both. To answer your question, I have not seen these two people. I have no idea how this has anything to do with me.”
Rod turned around and appeared to scan the property.
“Is there something you’re looking for?” Elmore asked.
Rod came back around and stared at him. “As a matter of a fact, I am. These two people. And I think you know something about them.”
Spencer grabbed Rod’s arm. “Rod, that’s not how we do it here. There are procedures. We have to follow them.”
“Procedures?” Elmore asked. “What are we talking about here? You’re looking for two missing persons and you knock on my door and talk about procedures. What’s going on?”
Rod pointed and waved at one of the black and whites. The back door opened and the security guard from last night who had helped Elmore walk his two prisoners to his car stepped out.