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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Mansion

23 Feb
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The maid, Amy, answered the door.

Morgan blinked at her. “Where is Bixby?”

The maid looked at both of them, then to the police car. “Do you want Bixby?” she asked.

Morgan used his, “I’m an officer of the law” voice. “I was expecting him to answer the door.”

“He is not here.”

“Where is he?”

“At the airport.”

Morgan took a deep breath. “Why is he at the airport?”

“He gets to go to Europe. I get to stay and clean the house. I am very busy doing it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Are Mr. And Mrs. Langlin in?”

“They are at the airport.”

Delavera stood to the side laughing. Morgan refused to look at her.

“I take it they are going to Europe?”

“They are rich. They can do whatever they want.”

“Ooookkayyyy. How about Lindsay Carol Davenport?”

“Do you mean the new nanny or the furniture?”

“Nanny.”

“She is at the airport too. I work here five years. She works here five months. She gets to go to Europe and I get to clean the house. Are you done? I have work to do.”

Morgan did not bother to answer her. He and Delavera headed to the car at a fast walk.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Dream

16 Feb
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Kick off the damn covers. When I can’t sleep the covers always seem to bind me. To tie me down. They bind me and I must free myself of restraint. When I dream my dreams limit me. I kick off the dream, I kick off the blanket. I still don’t establish control.

Tonight I dreamed of murder. Not just any murder. Slow tortuous murder. Painful descent into oblivion. Until I finally killed him out of frustration. It was no longer possible to get a reaction from him.

Guns are stupid. Like pulling back the foreskin of a penis and letting it fly where ever it landed. Like dropping a bomb on a city. There may be some joy in watching the explosion, but it is a distant joy. A mild pleasure compared to the real thing.

Shooting the horse. Shooting the prostitute. Those were mechanical things. No more fun than a video game where nothing is real. They may be fun but the heart pounding ecstasy is not there.

I’m so horny. Doesn’t matter. Nothing will help. Nothing will satisfy because it is not the real thing.

The look in his eye. The look I saw in my dream. The look I remembered in my dream.

I want to run out and grab somebody and do it again.

NO!

This can’t be happening.

I see it coming. I’m an addict. I’m addicted already to murder. The worst kind of murder. You can’t get away with it forever. It takes too much. You have to hide people. You have to keep them for long periods of time locked up so they can’t escape. You have to make sure they cannot be found or heard.

No way am I equipped for all of that.

Besides, sooner or later you will be caught.

Dammit.

What if, maybe, what if the target is someone who really deserves it? Someone who should be killed? A Dexter kind of thing.

NO!

I don’t want to go through life killing and torturing people. I want to live a nice normal life-like everybody else.

What am I going to do?

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Chapter Thirty-One: Morgan

1 Feb
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“Morgan,” Chief Collars bellowed, “Where’s your partner.”

Morgan glared at the uncooperative screen on his terminal and answered, “I think she stepped outside to practice her accent.”

“Not interested in your domestic squabbles. You two have a pickup to make.” Collars handed a piece of paper to one of the female officers and gestured toward Morgan. She managed to deliver it without looking at the paper, Morgan, Collars, or any one else in the room.

When it dropped down on the desk Morgan picked it up. Pursed his lips. Without any other expression he headed out to the parking lot where Delavera was earnestly talking into her cell phone.

Morgan caught her eye, jerked his head in the direction of the car.

“Gotta go.” She said into the phone, clicked it shut and followed him. He swung into the driver’s side, she slid into the passenger side. “You should let me behind the wheel sometime. I learned how to drive in Tijuana. I give you exciting time. Show you where all the good places are with the bad women.”

“Last thing I need is more excitement.”

“Hmmmm. Are you sitting on a thumb tack? Honest, I didn’t mean to leave it there.”

Morgan handed her the piece of paper.

She read it. Shrugged. “So?”

“See the name of the person we are supposed to arrest?”

“Yeah.” She looked at both sides.

“See who the boss is? Where we are to make the arrest at?”

Delavera whistled. “I always wanted to see the inside of that house. What is the problem?”

“I’ve already seen the inside of the house. I slid down the banister.”

Delavera studied him from every possible angle. “You don’t look like you were born rich.”

“Close enough. My mother is Jessica Bain.”

“Sorry.” She looked blank.

“Just Bain Me beauty salon. She owns it. And if a client is in serious need she has been known to make house calls. When the old lady couldn’t leave the house any more it was our Saturday afternoon outing. She’s been their beautician for two generations.”

“I’ve always wanted to get my hair done there. If I mention your name will I get a discount?”

“If I ask her to, she will come out to the car and do your hair for free.”

“Woooo. I take back everything I say. I love you dearly. We will get married right after your mom comes out and does my hair, just as you said. You will be my querido. My Don Quixote.”

Morgan smiled. “See who we are supposed to arrest?”

“Yeah. I see. Does she slide down banisters too?”

“She might. I don’t know.”

“So what is the problem, future love of my life?”

“I am at least partly responsible for her getting the job.”

“Collars know all this?”

“Oh yes. I’m sure he is hoping I’ll make a blunder he can call conflict of interest or something.

“Did you look at the charge?”

Morgan nodded and concentrated on his driving.

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