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.