Finding the serial killer

Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Jake’s POV,

When I read personal things, micro details about the early life of a serial killer, or how they dramatically they say it as the killer in making, I actually feel sad, disheartened that a child has to go through so much pain and neglect and above all abandonment. Same thing was for Skyler, he was practically an orphan even when both of his parents were well and alive and well off with money. His father was successful in real estate and his mother was an heiress to a multi-million-dollar fortune from a toy factory. She was brought up in money, that she never thought her child could need more than just her money. His childhood home was expanded in a 3,109-squared-foot three-story house. though he would go on to tell the police he practically lived his entire nights suffering alone in the basement where his father liked to punish him for every small mistake he committed. That’s an everyday thing for the father-son. He’s spent most of his childhood suffering in the tiny crawl space of his home with mother’s most nights out partying and dad’s drinking with friends. When they were together, they would scold him for all his imperfections his perfect parents couldn’t handle.

If that wasn’t enough, Skylar was known to be a shy kid by his mates and teachers, but equally as smart and artistic. He would go on to take his degree in metal crafting and sculptures that made his parents angry enough to disown him for a while during his university days. He returned home to a dead father and an ageing mother. And a fortune of fifty million dollar that his father left for him. he was only twenty-five at the time, with so much money at hand and a tendency of his father to sleep around. he liquidated his assets and left his mom. Rather than to use the money to get his own art business he started drowsing himself in all the glitz and glamour of being rich. For many years he lived his life on his terms until he decided to settle down with his girlfriend Ian Chaze, who herself was a lawyer and a prolific model and of course blond. After marriage, he never stopped his affairs and when Ian caught him, he threated to getting divorce.

She was his first victims, there was fifteen more before he was caught and killed for one mistake he committed over and over again.

“So,” Emily gulped a gulp down her coke, “you are saying he was fool enough to go around town dumping girls in his expensive car?”

“Jaguar XJ220, it cost more than a million at the time. Probably that was his way of showing off how invincible he is. It could also be because he wanted attention, going around town. Was his way of showing off his wealth getting girls. It was an odd car to own at the time, there weren’t many rich people who prefer that car. People spotted it multiple times around the crime scene. Guess he thought himself like god, untouchable.”

“Don’t you think it looks like that the Blond killer is perfecting every mistake ever done by the Atlanta city murderer. Skylar left a trail of breadcrumbs behind him, police just couldn’t trace it before those sixteen girls were butchered. Whatever went wrong with his escapade, he perfected it to the point that we haven’t have a single clue about him yet. He’s not leaving anything behind for us to follow.”

I've been thinking something similar. For someone to be able to dumb those adult body around town and never been discovered is itself a wonder with today’s technology. Cameras are literally everywhere and he isn’t any of them.

“I guess you could be right.” I speak. “Before he ever started his spree, I think he took his time learning about this town down to the nail. He knows every spot around the town, or at least his delivery man does. We still haven’t found him.”

“We are surveiling near your apartment now, if he ever shows up.” That doesn’t make me feel comfortable that I have feel like I need to protect myself from him. that’s not how things should work here. “There are some things that bother me.” my eyes trail back to Emily. Her hands supported her face as she sat with her elbows at the table.

“What?”

“It feels like he’s doing this all to mess with you, for some reason.”

There are many things I haven’t shared with anyone yet and it’s weird that I'm feeling an internal pull to tell her all that. “He knows me,” I finally say, trying to not look at what expression that comes out of her, also wanting to see the same. It’s really weird, “like somethings about me.”

“What do you mean?” she now folds her arms against the chest, sitting back on her chair.

“See, until about five, I used to learn Taekwondo. And I wrote that poem too. Not many people know about it because I stopped practicing Taekwondo after an accident. and that poem, he knew I wrote it when it was never told to anyone accept my family. My mom used it in her book but she never mentioned it wasn’t written by her.”

“But that’s no big deal, right? I mean it’s easy for people to know things like that, maybe your mom mentioned it to someone.”

“I doubt it. mom never says I wrote this poem, she told me one but never mentioned it again. She reads it for me, but never says anything else. I know it’s weird but it still makes me restless. that poem means a lot to me.”

“Do you know what Jade mean?”