A Killer’s Saga Excerpt 2-introduces you a little to my characters

Chapter Two:
“Prom Night and Red Roses”

Ten Years Earlier

It was her prom night. Prom night, oh so long ago. Jordan was dressed in clothes so wildly unfamiliar to her…and to her character. A red silk dress, a sexy lace slip underneath and thigh high stockings. Not so classically she wore dress boots with it, heels weren’t so much her style. She wore a wreath of little red roses in her hair and a class ring upon her finger. It was Marcus’ class ring and tonight they were going to senior prom together. And although it was nothing like her, Jordan was madly, deeply in love, with Marc. Tonight was to be the night she would tell Marc of her feelings for him. Earlier she had talked to Alex on the phone. She had really needed Alex tonight. That knowing, sweet voice had assured her that it was the right thing to do, telling Marc. And she felt completely confident after talking to her Alex.

Even though Alex had been there for Jordan…assuring her of what to say to Marc…he had really wanted to tell Jordan that she should tell Marc to go f*** himself. But Alex knew that this was nowhere near the right time to reveal his own feelings for Jordan. So, in turn he reluctantly told her just what she wanted to hear from her best friend.

The prom had been all that Jordan had hoped for and then some. Their high school gym had been transformed into a beautiful outdoors springtime look. The theme, springtime in blossom. Flowers hung down from the ceiling and beautiful vased arrangements were upon all the tables. Everything was perfect and yet she had still kept her feelings hidden from Marc. As always, tonight like any other, all the girls envied her. She had the right dress, the right date…and all was great in her little world. Or so they all thought. As she danced with Marc, she could feel the other girls’ eyes upon her. Why did they all want to be her? In Jordan’s mind, she was nothing really special. Certainly not someone to be jealous of. Jordan was puzzled as to why. In truth Jordan down-played her own looks and qualities that were enviable…so of course it was a mystery to her.

Later that night she and Marc had driven out to lover’s cove and now he seemed distant. As if he wasn’t even there with her. “Um Jordan…Jordan look…this isn’t working out. Actually I’ve been dishonest with you. In the beginning, I started dating you, to get back at Gail. She had hurt me and I wanted to hurt her. Well…it worked. Gail’s jealous…very jealous. And well she finally asked me to go out with her again. And um…” His voice strained, he didn’t look Jordan in the eyes. “…she says she’s um…pregnant. It’s mine…my kid. Look Jordan, I really like you and I am sooo sorry.”

Jordan couldn’t hold back her tears. She avoided looking him in the eyes and bolted from his car. She ran as far as she could, of the entire two miles home. She thought to herself now, just how much she’d like to tell Marcus to go f*** himself. But all Jordan wanted now, all she truthfully needed now was her best friend, her Alex.

The Present

After remembering just who Marcus Katts was, Jordan was pulled harshly back into reality. “So, um…I guess you married Gail after all, huh?” She stammered. Jordan knew her words were nowhere near appropriate, but her feelings of betrayal from the past, had made her falter. Jordan truly did not know what in the hell she should say to this man next. What would happen should she become bitter and cold towards him and his wife? No! She was here on business and nothing more. Jordan’s past had to be put aside and the detective in her must deal with Mr. and Mrs. Katts.

Marcus now looked deeply into Jordan’s eyes. He then spoke. “What um…brings you here?” Jordan was a little shocked that she’d been right and the Katts’ truly hadn’t been informed of their son’s death. They didn’t realize Jordan was here on business. Aside from her shock, Jordan couldn’t help but notice that Marc hadn’t changed at all. He was somewhat tall 5’9”, with brown eyes and dusky blond hair. He was built average, not overly muscular. Looking into his eyes now, he was still the same man who had broken her heart, ten years earlier.

Jordan took one last long hit of her cigarette and dropped it to the ground, only half smoked. With her boot she grounded out the cigarette the way she always did when nervous. “May I come inside?” She then asked. “Of course.” Gail had replied in return with a nervous glance to the detective. Stepping into their home Jordan then spoke again. “First of all, it is Detective Kade…” she said having flashed them her badge at this point. Then continuing to speak, “And well, could you have a seat, both of you?” They did as Jordan requested and only then did Jordan go on. “I regret having to tell you and having to be the one to tell you…well…” Before Jordan could finish her thought, Gail interrupted her. “You’ve found him…haven’t you? You’ve found Christopher?” “Please God…please…” Marcus uttered at this point.

It was at this time that Jordan’s head dropped and she then replied, “Yes…we’ve found him. We found your son.” “He’s not…not?!…not that?! No!” Marcus asked in shock as Gail then collapsed into his arms and began to sob. With her head still hung low Jordan nodded silently. Only then to say, “I’m afraid he’s gone.”

Later once things became more calmed, Jordan began to question the Katts’. “Who would or might want to harm Christopher?” She asked first. “No one.” Came the reply. Suddenly Marc spoke, “He was a good boy. Well-liked…popular really.”

Jordan later came to find that Christopher had run away two years earlier and that it was not the first time he’d run off. It seemed that their son had found out that he was adopted and ran away one last time. Adopted it made sense…Marc wasn’t old enough to have a teenaged son. She thought to herself. With these conclusions Jordan had no clue as to who would have murdered Christopher Katts. Or his girlfriend Jill. And yet next Jordan would dig into Jillian’s life.

Jillian Adams was sixteen and had lived only three doors down from the Katts home. Ironically she had never run off from home until Chris. One year earlier Jill had run off as well. Just one year prior to being found murdered alongside Christopher Katts. Jillian’s parents had just been informed of their daughter’s death one hour before Jordan had arrived at their home. Jill’s parents spoke fondly of Christopher. Telling of the friendship Jill and Chris had shared since the age of ten, having attended the same elementary school, junior high and then high school. They had been dating for nearly three years and were considering marriage. “So why then was the young man attempting to break your daughter’s heart?” Jordan asked revealing only that there was a break up note found. “The Katts’…they disliked Jill. She wasn’t good enough for their son. So Chris made up things to push her away.” Jill’s mother replied.

After visiting the Adams’, Jordan was intrigued about this case. True, this was not the first murder and it was a serial killer at work. But still…she was truly intrigued. Driving to the precinct, Jordan stormed in slamming doors behind herself. With all eyes on her, she said this, “Listen up boys! You fucked up…and before you ask, no I did not cover your sorry asses! Next time I’m the one to inform parents of their loss…you all better bet I’ll have your jobs!” Without another word Jordan left just the way she’d arrived. This case could truly drive her over the edge if she let it. Was it a coincidence that this murder involved people from her past? She didn’t know. Once again familiar lyrics came into her head. “And I’d give up forever to touch you. ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be.
And I don’t want to go home right now.” Another song wildly familiar to her and it was truly engraved into her mind’s eye. As was the case with Alex.

Jordan could still remember crying on Alex’s shoulder the very night Marc had dumped her. And as always, Alex was there for her. He had all the right things to say to her. He made her laugh so hard it felt as if she couldn’t remember what she’d even been crying over. But Alex wasn’t here now. He had seemingly abandoned her. Once fifteen years earlier he had left her here alone. And then drifted right back into her life just before prom. Then five years after prom he was gone again and this time he had not returned yet.

Billings, Montana

Alex could still see her so clearly in his mind’s eye. She was tall, all legs and plenty of body at 5’9”. Her short blonde hair shone brightly in the sun. Then there were her eyes…dark blue, mystifying and beautiful. She always wore black eye shadow and mascara that made her eyes that much more noticeable and dark but inviting. Alex knew no one person quite like her. And unbeknownst to Jordan, he had always loved her from afar. She intrigued him, turned him on in ways no other woman had, and he felt a unique love for her. And he could not sleep at night because of this. Most of his nights were full of tossing and turning. After he had consoled her the night of senior prom, they had become even closer. They hung out more often in school for their last year of high school and every summer.

Every summer they would go swimming together. Alex could still envision her in her butterfly bikini. That barely there bikini she would wear, that showed the beauty of her busty, slender, curvy…oh so sexy body. When they swam together she would cling to him in the deep end of her pool, and would squeal and scream if he was to let go of her. So Alex would wrap her arms around his neck and hold her in his arms above the water, twirling her round and round.

Together they would talk of all the things they always had. As if they weren’t clinging onto one another the way lovers would. Just holding onto her, he felt as if she were his. Yet she was not. They teased and talked as lovers did…and yet that was as far as Jordan had let things go. Mere flirtations. Holding her body so close, made him want her so. All the teasing and flirting would make Alex’s mind go to all the things he wanted to do to and with her. To kiss her in places she’d never been kissed. To touch her in all the places no one had touched.

And here he was now, a spacious loft apartment. Sound carried well here. There was very little in the way of furniture and boxes of things scattered around. It was obvious to say the place lacked a lived in feeling. More along the lines it took on the feeling of a transition period in a person’s life. Looking almost as if someone were moving in or just about to move out, when in reality the current tenant had been here for quite a long run. All of a sudden a voice interrupted his reverie into the past. “Who has your mind today?” May asked as she sat in his lap. “No one…really.” “Yeah…mmmhmmmn…would that no one just happen to be Jordan?!” She asked raising her voice, it booming through the loft. She then lowered her voice to ask, “Or…could you possibly be thinking of me?” Alex’s voice became low and seductive yet teasing as he moved May off his lap. “A little from column A…a little from column B.” he said. May abruptly walked away from Alex pissily.

Excerpt from: A Killer’s Saga:The Calling Card Murders

Chapter Seventeen:

“The Favor…Old Alliances”


May sat close to the window, waiting for Alex.  Unbeknownst to her, Alex wouldn’t show.  She jumped when someone tapped her shoulder.  Turning quickly, she said “Alex?”  “Nooooo!”  He said in disappointment and angered all at once.  Suddenly he calmed and began to look at his surroundings.  “Oh…it’s you.”  May said.  He sat now.  “Yes May.  I know it’s been years now…since I asked anything of you.”  He paused to light a cigarette.  With a puff of smoke he continued.  “…but I need you.”  He sighed aloud and awaited a response from her and there was none as of yet.

Tapping his fingers upon a table and taking a hit of his cigarette he spoke again, “Since you’re not dead…I’ll be needing your help.  To get close…closer than before…to her.”  May groaned aggravatedly and then replied, “Jordan…I presume?”  “That’s my girl…you always know, honey…that’s a real good girl.”  He said with a wicked devious grin.  As they sat there together, silently, she wondered how she’d gotten herself mixed up with him once again.

Walking over to May, he pulled her to her feet and embraced her tightly.  She hugged him back half-heartedly and tried to pull away.  Before letting go of her, he kissed her passionately and then laughed when she slapped him.  “Ooo…abuse me baby.”  He said mockingly then said, “I see…still stuck on precious Alex?  Tsk tsk May…you know better.  He’s Jordan pet; she’s got him by the balls and then some.”  With that said he walked away.

Searching Eyes

From her agency’s briefing room she received the call from the scene.  And the officers on that scene were quite sure that this was indeed the killer Jordan sought.  Although this new murder was not as similar to the others.  Jordan was to board a flight tomorrow morning for Arkansas and would have Alex by her side for it.  He vowed that he would stay by her side for the duration of this, until she had her killer locked up.

The Next Morning

As they boarded the flight, Jordan had too many thoughts reeling through her mind.  She could still remember the first murder as if it were truthfully burned into memory.  She could clearly see the scene and the people milling around it as if it were yesterday.  She’d gone over the first murder many times in her case file.  Each and every detail taken to light and picked and prodded from every angle.  She knew her case well without the files now, but still she continued to dip into them, looking for something that was overbearingly just not there.  Clues to solve it that again were not there.  She went painstakingly over one photo and then more photos, until she was certain nothing new popped out at her.  She supposed she was picking at straws and putting too much effort to find things that didn’t exist in this case or at least were not so obvious.

This was no typical serial killer case.  Where were her suspects?  She didn’t have not one damned suspect to give to the media hounds and relax the public as to their safety.  She had not interrogated even one person of interest in this case.  It was f***ed.  Maybe this case was f***ed and doomed to become her first unsolved.  For, if the killer went into a dormant stage, she just may lose him without bringing him to justice.  And it seemed likely he just may elude capture and go into dormancy.  A serial killer like him seemed far too impatient to lie in waiting for too long though.  Even if he went dormant…it wouldn’t be a long dry spell…no.  Jordan guessed this killer couldn’t stand to not be in the limelight of things.  He wanted to be caught, not just lay back and stop killing until it was safe.  But if for some reason he resorted to dormancy because of her lack to do her damned job, it could ruin Jordan’s whole career.  Not because she couldn’t solve it.  Not because it would be the first unsolved case for her.  No.  But because it was high profile.  Because he had killed so many already and hadn’t stopped.  Because he now killed with an urgency.  And lastly because after that he would always be out there, still lurking and waiting to pounce…to kill again.

If this killer were to escape her and justice, like most dormant serial killers, he would reemerge and he would kill again.  He’d simply change areas for his comfort zone and completely change his M.O.  Some would say this killer had no M.O. so what was there to change?  But he did and it would change even if the change was one slight enough to make her lose track.  And in that even if she took him down, he would never be fully punished for all of his kills.  No he wouldn’t.  And that was something Jordan was very unwilling to accept.  For the victims and for the families of those victims…he needed to go down for each and every kill.  Each victim, not just the double murder of each one, if she could help it.  Those families needed closure, the victims needed peaceful rest.

The First Murder

From the moment Jordan had walked into Adco’s warehouse, she could smell the stale stench of blood.  At the very back of the big plant was where it had occurred.  Employees were scattered about and telling their stories to officers on the scene.  The victims were not only a couple but husband and wife.  The man, John Steinchencroe and his wife Alma were known to the employees as Mr. and Mrs. Slave driver.  Not well-liked indeed.  Mrs. Steinchencroe cared for no one and nothing.  And John cared for even less than that.  It was said that their employees and even most of their supposed friends, openly admitted to hating them.  This couple was definitely hated more than liked.

Each witness had the very same recollection of what went down.  John as always had his eye on the new hire employee.  Giving him a hard time about everything he did.  John even went so far as to suggest this employee quit.  Well even though he was indeed watching the new employee, all of a sudden a full skid of bundles seemed to have fallen over onto John.  However the witnesses also vehemently proclaimed this was no accident.  That the skid was pushed onto that old slave driver.

The skid had fallen onto him from the chest down and completely cut off blood flow to all of his appendages.  It was said by the coroner that even if Steinchencroe had lived that he would’ve been paralyzed from the neck down.

The scene was one gorier than Jordan truly wished to see in this lifetime.  John had begun to cough up blood even as he gasped for air.  He wound up choking to death on his own blood.  It was not a pretty sight.  Though the thought was a cruel one indeed, it was the killer’s perfect revenge upon a slave driving boss.  Jordan knew the killer must be laughing about this…his first kill.  But another thought that had crossed her mind was that this murder very well might not be the first murder that this killer had committed.

In investigating, Jordan found that the killer had indeed worked here at Adco.  However no one could seem to neither put a name to a face nor face to a name.  She supposed it slipped his coworkers’ minds because they wanted it to.  Just as odd were the destroyed personnel records, just two months before the Steinchencroe murders.  The only facts they knew about the killer was that he hated flowers, love and especially Valentine’s Day.  Every Valentine’s Day for seven years he’d called in sick to jobs, and came back with an overwhelming sickening attitude.

Anyone who dared to talk of love in his presence got their just deserts from him in the form of a long-winded drawn out speech.  A speech on just what all there was to hate about love, life and all its eccentricities.  No one wanted to hear that speech twice.

One thing everyone remembered especially well was that the boss, referring to John not Alma, was always on his ass.  Even going so far as to tell him he was too stupid to run the machines.  For goodness sakes Jordan thought.  They only ran and sent out junk mail.  It wasn’t rocket science.  Who wasn’t smart enough for the job when it took minimum skill?  The only hard part was production and no one claimed as an employee that the killer lacked getting production up to minimum requirement or better.

As for Mrs. Steinchencroe sadly and very bloody-like, a forklift was found lodged in her backside.  It was obvious that the killer disliked this couple equally.  Within Alma’s hand was the soon to be famous trademark of this killer…the calling card.  Not yet trademark, this the first card of ‘em all.  “Vengeance is indeed a sweet thing…if beheld in my presence.  Sorry you weren’t here Detective Kade.  But I’ve been reading up on you.”  Jordan could not fathom what this evil killer held packaged within himself.  But he was indeed evil or it’s very incarnate.

The Present

Jordan had to look deeply into Alex’s eyes before she could even hope to put that first murder into the far back reaches of her mind.  At looking into his eyes, she just knew his mind was far off from that of murder.  No, not murder, for he was at this very moment checking her out from head to toe.  And God bless him, that was what she needed at this very moment.  She needed him.  Needed his loving arms around her.

At this point Alex leaned over and began kissing her passionately.  His hands roamed and touched teasingly, seductively.  She responded quite well to his kiss and his teasing touches, and pulled him back for another kiss.  “Alex you always know what I need.  I love you so much.”  She sighed and laid her head upon his shoulder.