“I see from the reports that you were able to search the place for valuables. Come up with anything?” Felix asked, expecting a cut if there was anything of significance.
“Naw, not really, a couple necklaces and a watch but I think it’s a Chinese knock off,” Lester said, keeping the money, gun and valuable jewelry to himself.
“Too bad, would have been more worth the risk, I guess. I’m meeting with the other guys tomorrow to see where we go from here, but you’re doing great. I’ll report that to them,” the low level wise guy indicated.
“Okay, but I feel like I should be brought up to speed on where this is all headed, I get the fact that you want the people in that area to panic and have it affect the real estate market but there has to be a bigger picture. I just feel that I should be brought in, you know have a bigger piece of the pie,” he said, trying to feel his way through the conversation. “Like who is this Jeremy guy, what has he got to do with anything? That’s the first I’ve heard you even mention his name.”
“Jeremy who? You didn’t hear me say anything about any Jeremy. I’ve said enough, just keep doing your job and don’t get greedy,” Felix indicated, getting a bit annoyed with the thief.
“Okay, okay, hold your horses, I get the picture, but let me tell you this all stops right now if I don’t see another 5 G’s in that envelope dropped in my mailbox tomorrow. You understand? And don’t YOU get greedy. I’m the one assuming all the risk! I’m the one creating the panic! Without me you got nothing! You hear me? You got that, Felix?” Lester exaggerated his inflections into the small cell phone mouthpiece and promptly clipped it closed. “If that money isn’t there tomorrow I’m done, I’m done,” he said, tossing the phone on the table, knocking bills everywhere.
Mrs. Ella Wild was exhausted. The Wednesday evening self-defense class the night before had been more than she or her husband had counted on. There were too many people to work with in one session, so they ended up having most of the newcomers wait until the first class was over, then taught it all over again to everyone that had patiently waited, which was significant. The majority of those present were women and most of those spurred on by the recent activities of the predator. Pink and her husband, Dave, understood the insecurities and fears of those they taught so they were happy to help, but it had taken its toll. Ella ached in every joint and the pain medication taken with breakfast had not fully kicked in yet. Standing before her students she struggled to stay focused and hoped the class would be able to carry the discussion so she didn’t have to.
She had not had time to review and mark the assignment given out a few days before but she was impressed with the dozen she had evaluated. “I take it many of you are quite interested in the recent events north of the city?” she said, more as a question than a statement. “I’m intrigued. Why is that? Why would you be so interested in the acts of a degenerate and the suffering that he causes? Granted, I sort of get it, after all this is the Deviant Behavior Course, but I think it goes beyond that. I think for many of you it’s like a train wreck, you just can’t help yourself, you just can’t help but having to look. Am I right?” No one volunteered an answer; afraid they might get their head taken off with the mood she seemed to be in this morning.
“While you are sitting there trying to decide if you have the courage to answer, let me say this, I love it, to a degree that is. I hate the pain and suffering these people cause, the loss of life, the uncertainty they create, the fear they instill, but I love studying their deviant minds and what it is about them that makes them tick. It is people like you and me that have the capacity within us to stop these beasts and bring them to justice. That’s why I teach this course. That’s why I push you to learn more than I know. To understand them in ways that I cannot, you need to be better than I ever was. I believe some of you will get there and make me proud, and the rest of you, well, the world needs ditch diggers too, my dad always used to say.”
This drew some laughter from the uneasy students, but those who connected with her on the level she intended, knew she was talking to them, Seymour Wood was one of them. Most of the students had seen the news that morning and were curious what Pink would do with the story during class today.
“Let’s do something different today, shall we?” she inquired. “I want this half of the room to be the Sheriff’s Office.” She waved her hand indicating the right half of the room. “And you,” waving her hand to the remainder of the group to the left, “will be the predator or stalker as you like.” The students taunted and jeered at each other across the classroom. “Okay now, settle down a bit, I’m going to give you a few questions to consider. Work together as a unit and come up with some concrete answers.”
“Sheriff’s, okay this morning you’ve had your third B amp;E within three weeks with an increasing propensity towards violence. The populous is scared, housewives are buying handguns, you have little if no clues, what do you do?” Ella asked.
“Serial predators, you have successfully claimed three victims in three weeks and your confidence is soaring. What do you do now? What’s your agenda? Why are you doing what you’re doing? Who are you?” she asked the other half of the class.
She gave the group about ten minutes to discuss the questions among themselves and asked them to assign a spokesperson for their side. Seymour was chosen to represent his side of the discussion, the Sheriff’s Office, and a heavy set black girl, named Tequina, was chosen as the representative for the degenerates.
“Okay Seymour, let’s start with you. First let’s see what you’ve got to say, then we’ll have the predators ask any questions they may have, then we’ll switch. Sound good?” Pink directed and the students listened.
A nervous Seymour walked to the front of the class, a pad of paper held with their ideas in hand. “A couple of us went to the press conference the Sheriff’s Office did this morning and they still claim they have very few clues. We think they are just telling the public enough to keep them happy but they are not releasing everything they know. Mrs. Wild, I think you would consider that SOP, right, Standard Operating Procedure?”
“I’d say you are right on there. There will be things they’ve discovered that they will hold back to strengthen their case once they bust somebody and have to prosecute,” she agreed.
“With three crime scenes behind them, we were in agreement that they would be looking for similarities between those three, and trying to connect them to any known criminal behavior or patterns. Forensics would be scouring these places for clues and trying to confirm that the same person is responsible for each. Sheriff Lupo is not denying that at this point, and he’s given up the theory that it’s a prankster or one of us.” His fellow students laughed.
“Good, but what would you be doing now, this afternoon after the press conference, what do you think the officers were assigned to do?” Pink pushed him.
“I’m sure they were back in all three neighborhoods going door to door interviewing people, trying to draw information out of neighbors that think they don’t know anything. Somewhere out there someone has seen this guy or his car or noticed something out of the ordinary and it’s the officer’s job to drag it out of them. We didn’t think he was selecting his victims at random, however, we think there is some sort of a pattern to his work. We also think he’s a local boy, knows the area and knows his way around. Bottom line, he likes what he is doing and is learning to love it.”
“I’d tend to agree, good work. Okay predators, any questions for Deputy Seymour and company?”