The S.N. Killer Page 6

  "Oh, you better get her Lauren before I lock her smart mouth up for disrespecting an officer." The lady said with obvious relief.

  "No problem, Mary. I have this just relax." Lauren said while turning and facing Dalisia.

  "Miss, do you mind coming with me so I can help you the best that I can.

  I'm Detective Lauren Pitman. So, tell me how can I help you?" Lauren asked as they walked towards her office.

  “She called me screaming and crying that some man she just had met from an online website was trying to kill her." Dalisia replied.

  "Well, I don't do missing person reports, but you can sit and fill out the papers in my office and I'll make sure they get to a good officer that’s in the missing persons unit and help you look for your friend, but they won't be able to start until four a.m. in the morning that will make it twenty four hours she has been missing." Lauren said as they walked into her office and she shut the door.

  Dalisia saw a woman at a desk on the computer that looked to be no older than her maybe by a year or so. The woman looked up at Dalisia and waved Hi.

  Dalisia waved back.

  "Oh that's Lynise. She works for the forensic science unit assigned only to my unit and she's also a computer genius."

  "Thank you for helping me, but I can't help to feel that by the time the police start looking for my best friend it will be too late. She hasn't text me all day and she knows when we meet a new man online that we text out the full address just to be on the safe side, no matter if he's a sweetheart." Dalisia said with her heart filled with pain and started crying hysterically with her face balled up.

  Dalisia's tears were streaming down her face and onto her shirt to her lap where the papers she was filling out were getting all wet.

  "Don't cry sweetie I'm sure she's alright." Lynise said as she got up from her desk and handed Dalisia a tissue.

  Lauren's hand was on her chin as her mind raced.

  "Dalisia, I need you to stop crying. I may be able to help you after all. You had said something about your friend meeting a man from off the internet. Well I need you to tell me everything you know about this man, how your friend started talking to him and where she went to meet him." Lauren said then looked Lynise in the eyes letting her know to get ready to take notes with her.

  Lauren took out a pen and pad from her desk drawer.

  "Anytime you're ready sweetie, start with your friends name and so on."

  "My friend's name is Chonte Oxmendz, but we call her Apple, because she has a fat butt or juicy booty as we like to say and she wears Apple Bottom jeans a lot." Dalisia said with a smile on her face as she thought of her best friend.

  "Okay, so what’s her screen name, and the website called that she met this man from? Do you know her email address and possibly any of her passwords?

  The password isn't important because Lynise can access and hack into any ones account." Lauren stated.

  "She's my best friend. I know all her passwords and her screen name is Apple on all the Social Network sites she's on. She is on My Face, where she started talking to a man named Mr-Eat-It-Better, and went straight to his house.

  It's not the first time she did that or something like that. I have done it too, but the rule is to make sure we get the full address of the man's house we're at and text it to each other. She said it was a townhouse in Harlem, but the cab driver that picked her up from Brooklyn acted as if he didn't know the address that he dropped her off at. She texted me the house number saying it was 323 and will look at his mail and to tell me the rest of the address, but she never did. I guess they got right into it because she texted me a half an hour later saying he was bad in bed and had a little dick and that she was leaving and was pissed off. A few seconds later she called screaming and crying saying that he was trying to kill her and her phone went dead." Dalisia said while still crying.

  Lauren listened carefully and wrote everything down. She turned her head and looked at Lynise, who was typing everything down on a laptop and knew she was already in Apple's email account and any other site she may had been on.

  "So do you think you can help me find her? I know something is wrong. I can feel it." Dalisia said.

  "Yes, I can help you, but we still have to wait twenty four hours before we can really do anything. Unfortunately, it's the law, but after that I can get a warrant for her cell phone number and see who she's called or texted and we may be able to track the man's number that she went to see and maybe the signal of her phone and where it was last at. It's how we track a lot of people or place killers at the crime scenes. All phones give off a signal." Lauren stated.

  "But it will be too late, to start looking for her at four a.m. You didn't hear the screams like I did. She could be hurt. She has an eight month old son, my god baby that needs her." Dalisia said almost yelling it.

  "Listen, calm down. Trust my team will be working on it. Lynise, what do you have on this Mr-Eat-It-Better?" Lauren asked.

  Lynise looked Lauren in the eyes and the look said it all. It wasn't good.

  Lauren's heart dropped. The last thing she wanted or thought this could be another victim of the Social Network Killer.

  "Lauren, I hacked into Apple's accounts and the social site where she started talking to Mr-Eat-It-Better and it's not good. His account is closed down, but that shouldn't be a problem for me to track his email address and I.P. address where it's coming from. But I can't. It comes back in four different addresses, one from Japan, Florida, Germany and Toronto. And I know for a fact they are all fake accounts. He's using some kind of state of the art jammer that's blocking anyone from tracking him. Lauren, it's our guy." Lynise said in a sad tone.

  "Shit!" Lauren yelled, mad at herself that she and Alexis hasn't caught the killer yet and he got his hands on another victim.

  "I pray you're wrong, Lynise."

  "Ummm, excuse me. What's going on? You think this guy is who? Please tell me and how can you hack into my best friends account? Every account, and site she has online, and you can't do the same to this man she was talking to last night?" Dalisia asked with a puzzled look on her face.

  "Dalisia, it is….ummm, listen, don't worry. I will be on top of this case and finding your friend. What I need you to do is to leave your number with me and I'm giving you my card. Call me if you remember anything else or if there's more information that you remember about this case. I can't discuss and share what we already know or possibly know." Lauren replied.

  Dalisia's face balled up. She wanted to cry and scream at Lauren. She did tell her everything she knew, but it didn’t get her anywhere. She stood up and took Lauren's card.

  "Thank you." She said as she walked out of the office.

  She grilled the lady at the front desk as she made her way out of the precinct.

  The lady at the front desk rolled her eyes and Dalisia did the same fighting the urge to stick up her middle finger.

  “Damn cops not going to help me. Don't worry, Apple. I'll find you myself.” She said as she wiped the tears off her face and walked down the street.

  Chapter 7

  The S.N. Killer spent the whole day erasing accounts and making sure the cops couldn’t track him and his chatting with women on My Face and different social networks. He smiled as it seemed the whole world was live and online now.

  “I have nine new friends on each of the My Face accounts and seven hundred of my established friends are online from either their home computer or their phone. Their updating their statuses every few seconds letting me know what they’re doing and where they're at. I know their every move in life.” The S.N.

  Killer said out loud to himself and burst out laughing.

  He checked the inbox messages to one of his My Face accounts and smiled when he opened a message from Anna, 'Damn, I feel so lonely at times. I know I'm 40, but I'm still sexy as hell for my age. Women only get better with time and age, but my husband pays me no mind. I know we been married for twenty years, but damn he doesn’t even touch me
no more. I always find him up late at night on the computer on My Face flirting with younger women or staring at their pictures lusting over them. Every time I come into the living room to see what he is doing, he jumps as if he's doing something he's not suppose to be doing. I'm tired of feeling unattractive and it's a shame. You tell me how beautiful I am more than he has ever done. I'm sorry if I said too much. I just needed to vent. I'm feeling low.'

  The S.N. Killer grinned with joy and began to type, 'Dear Anna, I always tell you most men don't know what they have when they have it and forget the woman's worth. I'm sorry to say this, but your husband is a fool. I'll pick you over any young woman any day of the week. What can they do for me, please lol. Most likely they can't even handle me the same way. He looks at those young women's pictures and lusting. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but that's how I look at your pictures dreaming of just having you for one night just tasting you and pleasing you in every way. And never mind you venting or sharing your thoughts with me baby.'

  After he checked the message, he sent it. Then heard a beeping sound on one of the other many computers right next him letting him know he had an instant message that popped up. He used his feet to roll his chair down a few computers and looked at the screen. It was Michelle from Atlanta, Georgia. She was in the Army and lived on a base down there. 'Hey Nate, how are you Daddy? I miss chatting with you.' The S.N. Killer read the instant message and responded, 'I'm fine baby. I been real busy at work lately, but how are you and your princess doing?' He wrote then pressed send.

  Michelle responded, 'My daughter is fine. Are you going to come out here next week to put that dick on me baby? We been talking like forever Nate and I need you inside me.' The S.N. Killer smiled and then wrote back, 'Okay next week, sometime. I'll be in Atlanta, Georgia. So sometime after I get done with my work we can hook up baby if that's good with you love,' he pressed send and another message pops up from her. 'Yes baby, yay! That will be great lol :) I look forward to seeing you and you putting that dick on me.' He read the message and responded, 'Okay Michelle, I have to go take care of some business, love ya sexy.

  I'll hit you up tonight,' he wrote back and logged out then switched computers and began to instant message other woman with him using a different screen name until he smelled meat being cooked and it hits his nose. He licked his lips and grabbed his iPad2 and walked out of the room filled with computers and laptops.

  He slowly walked up the two flights of stairs to the third floor, where the kitchen was, with his head down in his iPad2, checking the messages to different social network sites he was on. He looked up at his stainless steel counter, at the red George Foremen electric nonstick grill. He flipped it open to reveal Apple's heart cut in half in too two large pieces and now fully cooked with deep grill burn marks in them. 'I told you that it would come out good,' the voice in his head said.

  "You were right. It looks delicious." He replied talking to the voice in his head as he grabbed four slices of bread and spread some mayonnaise on it along with four slices of mozzarella cheese. He placed the two pieces of the cooked heart on the bread to make a sandwich and took a bite into it.

  He looked down at the iPad2 that was in his right hand to see that he had another message from Anna. He looked in his inbox and opened it, 'You say the sweetest things and I love it baby. Ummm, I usually don't do this, but here's my number. I'd like to meet up with you tonight. I'm really in the need of some sexually heeling and attention, if you say no I'll understand. Shit, my own husband doesn’t even want to touch me and you’re probably saying those sweet things to me just to be nice.' The S.N. Killer grinned.

  'Yes, she came just in time. We just finished up sweet Apple now. It's time for some fresh meat.' The voice in his head said.

  "Your right, but I really don't want to hurt her. She's so sweet and nice. I kind of feel bad for her." The S.N. Killer replied to the voice in his head.

  'Fuck that, I don't want to hear that shit. The sweeter they act. The sweeter they taste and you will do it or else!' The voice screamed in his head.

  Then an agonizing and excruciating pain took over his head and felt as if it wanted to explode. His veins in his forehead and temples popped in and out.

  "Okay! Okay! I'll do it just stop, please, stop!" The S.N. Killer shouted.

  And the pain began to ease up and go away. Then laughter could be heard going throughout his mind from the voice. With a sad face, the S.N. Killer touched the touch screen on the iPad2 and began to type. 'Sure Anna, I'd love to meet you tonight, any man would be crazy not too. I'll set everything up and text you where we’re going to meet baby,' then he sent the message.

  Anna sat on the couch with her laptop on her lap in the living room when she checked her inbox. A cheesy smile spread across her face.

  "Who got you smiling like that? Hmmm, I wonder." Her husband said as he walked out the bedroom into the living room and tried to get closer to get a better look at the screen on her laptop.

  "Why you ask? It isn’t like you really give a damn you don't touch me or talk to me. All you do is go to work then come home and stay on My Face all damn night flirting with women young enough to be your daughter. You think I'm a fool, but I know better?" Anna shouted back.

  "Oh please woman, you’re imagining things. That shits all in your head.

  You're just crazy." Her husband responded.

  "Hell no, I'm not crazy. You just want me to think I'm crazy. I see the statuses you leave on other women’s pages ‘hey sweetie, how are you? I was just thinking of you.’ Or the comments you leave under their pictures, ‘damn, I wish I could see more.’ Do you ever think how that makes me feel? Do you?" Anna shouted.

  "What the fuck ever. It's just words. Everybody does it and your acting all innocent and shit. You do the same damn thing. If not, let me look at your inbox messages now!" Her husband shouted back while trying to keep his head over the laptop to look at her screen.

  Anna pulled the laptop closer to her chest.

  "No! Shit, let me look at yours first." She replied.

  "See just like I fucking thought. Don't try to point fingers if you're doing the same thing Anna." Her husband said as he stood up and walked towards the bedroom and pulled his phone out the case on his waist.

  "Don't try and turn this around on me. You always do that! Let me guess, you're going onto My Face from your phone right now!" Anna shouted and felt as if she wanted to cry, but held back her tears.

  "Yep, I'm doing the same as you!" Her husband responded as he shut the bedroom door and sat on the bed and wrote different women on My Face.

  Chapter 8

  Lauren was so happy to be home. Her body felt as if it wanted to shut down.

  She sat in her bathtub filled with warm water and bubbles that smelled of cherries, reading the book 'A Child of a Crackhead.' She looked at her phone on the edge of the bathtub.

  “Shit, I've been in the tub for an hour. I got stuck in this book.” Lauren said out loud to herself as she eased out of the tub and grabbed a towel and dried her body off, only thinking about her warm bed. She got under her sheets naked and closed her eyes falling deep to sleep longing for a man to hold her.

  Lauren felt as if she was walking on a cloud. She knew she was dreaming because everything she seen through her own eyes was a blur. It was as if she wasn't in her own body and couldn't control her movements like she was having an outer body experience. She looked at the street sign that read 183rd Avenue. 'Oh shit, this is the Bronx.’ She said to herself as her body walked up to a building and walked in and up to the fifth floor. She knocked on apartment 5f.

  "Who is it?" A sexy voice called out from behind the door.

  "It's me, baby." Lauren heard the voice boom from the body she was in.

  'What in the fuck kind of dream is this? Why am I dreaming this?' She said as she was able to look down at the hands that flashed in front of her eyes from being a hand of a woman to now a hand of a man.

  The door crept open and a be
autiful brown skin Dominican woman in her late thirties stood there.

  "Hi Mami, it's finally nice to meet you." The voice said to the beautiful woman standing at the door wearing only a blue bra and matching thong.

  "It took forever for you to get here, Papi, hmmm, and I like what I see. I started to think you weren’t going to come. You look nothing like your pictures, but I think you're even more handsome in person. Come in." Gabriela said with a huge smile on her face and moved to the side to let him in.

  The man smiled back and looked Gabriela up and down and licking his lips as he got aroused from looking at her thick sexy body.

  "Are we alone?" he asked.

  "Si Papi, my son's are in school. I usually don't bring men to my place, but we been chatting on My Face for so long. I couldn't help it. I needed to feel your lips on my body and you inside me." Gabriela replied then walked closer to him.

  Their lips locked and with each kiss it grew more tense and softer. He gently bit her bottom lip. This only turned her on even more making her wet.

  Their tongues danced in each other's mouths.

  ‘What the hell?’ Lauren yelled as she felt like she was trapped and had to watch everything through this man's eyes.

  She could feel every kiss, every touch, but couldn't do anything to stop it as if she was making love to this woman. Everything felt so real, but yet felt like a dream as she continued to look upon the view that became more blurry and cloudy.

  'Wake up, Lauren, wake the fuck up!' She shouted then closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side.

  Loud moaning sounds could be heard.

  "Ummm, si Papi, fuck me just like that." Lauren reopened her eyes.

  She could see Gabriela's ass butt naked on the bed with her ass up in the air and the man's body, she was stuck in, with his hands pulling her hair while thrusting long and deep inside of her. Her ass shook and jiggled with each thrust turning him on even more. He pounded faster and harder.

  "Shit, yes Papi me like that me love it." She screamed in a strong Spanish accent as her juices rushed out of her body and on his stiff dick.