James Locker: Detectives in A Trap

Chapter 12 From the Killers Perspective

The Killer was sitting in a car watching Miranda via a laptop. Fortunately, the DiMaestro Mansion was full of security cameras, that he had hacked so he could follow every step she made. The person who installed the cameras did an outstanding job in keeping them hidden from someone who was in the room but also did a very sloppy job when it came to protecting them from computer hackers via the Internet. The consequence of this was that it would be easy to get in and out of the house unnoticed.

The Killer wondered who had called on the intercom. Whoever it was, the call had upset Miranda enough to have the premises searched by security guards. "A good thing I did not decide to strike earlier," he thought to himself. The Killer had not managed to access the intercom as it contrary to the security cameras was a secure system.

Now the Killer faced a dilemma. Was he going to watch Miranda in her sexy lingerie and enjoy himself or would he finish her off right now? Most of all he wanted to f**k her. Oh, he damned himself over how much he wanted to f**k her. He brought himself together knowing that if he did, he would leave his DNA all over the place which would be a nightmare in the long run.

The Killer thought about the killing part, and it didn’t appeal to him. He was not an animal like his enemy, and he did not appreciate the concept of killing at all. But he had a critical mission, which would ultimately bring him freedom and full control of his own life. As a murder weapon, The Killer had picked what he thought would be the most comfortable weapon to kill with a .22 calibre revolver equipped with a silencer. On the bright side, he would have no problem with the recoil and casings spreading around the crime scene, although he would have to shoot several shots to ensure the kill as a .22 calibre gun with a silencer would have a little punching power. The Killer felt uncomfortable: although he technically had killed before, this felt like the first time, and he wondered how losing his murder virginity would feel.

The Killer’s wristwatch showed a quarter past midnight. If he struck now, the timing would be perfect, and his message would be sent the way he planned. If he did not move now, he would fall behind schedule as he had to wait until tomorrow night, which meant both an increased risk of detection and the risk of more delays. He was not THAT eager to watch Miranda in her lingerie anymore.

The Killer prepared to strike. First, he sent a text message to Miranda DiMaestro with the words "I have lost my keys, can you please open the back door so that I can sneak in. I am looking forward to playing some sexy hide & seek" then he studied her via the security camera when she opened the backdoor. It was time to proceed; the killer disabled all the security systems in the building via his computer. Then he grabbed his gun and jumped over the wall to the DiMaestro Mansion from the back-alley direction. He knew where Miranda was hiding. He walked into the master bedroom which was heavily scented with roses and cinnamon. He met her gaze which was filled with horror. "I am sorry," he said, raised his gun, and shot her, one shot to the head and five to the chest. Miranda DiMaestro fell off the bed, dead within seconds.

The Killer went back to his car and checked his watch. The time was 1230. He was right on schedule. He logged into the mansions security system and activated the intruder alert. He started his car and drove away from the crime scene.