Chris Carter - The Executioner

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Inside a Los Angeles church, on the altar steps, lies the blood-soaked, decapitated body of a priest. Carefully positioned, legs stretched out, arms crossed over the chest, the most horrifying thing of all is that the priest's head has been replaced by that of a dog. Later, the forensic team discover that, on the victim's chest, the figure 3 has been scrawled in blood. At first, Detective Robert Hunter believes that this is a ritualistic killing. But as more bodies surface, he is forced to reassess. All the victims died in the way they feared the most. Their worst nightmares have literally come true. But how could the killer have known? And what links these apparently random victims? Hunter finds himself on the trail of an elusive and sadistic killer, someone who apparently has the power to read his victims' minds. Someone who can sense what scares his victims the most. Someone who will stop at nothing to achieve his twisted aim.

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‘Thank you.’ She blushed slightly.

The man noticed her uneasiness and stood up, gathering his things. ‘I hope you enjoy Los Angeles,’ he said, offering his hand.

Mollie shook it with the most delicate of touches. The man’s hand felt strong and powerful.

‘My name’s Ryan, Ryan Turner.’

A new smile blossomed on her lips. ‘I’m Monica.’

‘Enjoy LA, Monica,’ he said again before exiting the shop, approaching Santa Claus and depositing some money into his bucket.

Back at the hotel her bad night’s sleep caught up with her and Mollie kept on dozing off in front of the TV. She wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep when the vision came, but it hit her like a knuckleduster punch to the face.

When she opened her eyes she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, naked and bleeding.

Hundred and Fifteen

If any of the twenty-one faces pinned onto the photograph board had any sort of a police record, their fingerprints would’ve been on file and they could’ve compared them to the partial one they had from the house in Malibu, but that wasn’t the case. Hunter, Garcia and Hopkins were staring at twenty-one all-regular, all-American model citizens. No convictions, no problems with the IRS or any government organization. No jury services or appearances in court. The worst they could come up with were two unpaid parking tickets.

Twenty-one people, whose lives on paper were as adventurous as a glass of milk. Their professions ranged from a university professor to a scriptwriter, from medical doctors to temporarily unemployed.

Their first step was to eliminate anyone under or over six foot two. That left them with twelve possible suspects. After checking with the airlines and passport control, five more names were crossed from the list.

‘We can cut Doctor Pedro Ortiz and Doctor Michael Grifton from our list too,’ Garcia said as he got off the phone. ‘They were both on night shift on the night Father Fabian was attacked.’

‘Jason Lowell was on a camping trip with his students during the weekend Debbie Howard was murdered,’ Hopkins said. ‘He’s off the list as well.’

Hunter rubbed his tired eyes. He’d been up for almost forty-eight hours, and he wasn’t sure they’d find much more from phone calls and database searches. They were looking for someone who had certainly been carrying psychological scars hidden in his subconscious for twenty-five years. Hunter had no doubt something had triggered off the killer’s rage. Something fairly recent. The ‘last straw’.

He knew that identifying what might have pushed the subject over the edge would be hard to do from behind a desk. Things like being dumped, pressure at work, losing your job, big financial difficulties would need detailed investigative work.

‘OK,’ he said, massaging his stiff shoulders. ‘We’ve only got four names left on the list. We know James Reed is missing. Let’s find out where the remaining three are.’

‘Maybe you should bring Mollie here and let her have a look at these pictures,’ Garcia suggested. ‘Maybe she’ll be able to sense something.’

Shit! Hunter checked the time. He needed to call her. He wanted to move her to another location tonight.

‘That’s not a bad idea,’ Hopkins agreed.

‘That’s not what she does,’ Hunter said calmly, looking at them both. ‘She can’t control what she sees. And she only senses pain.’

‘Don’t you think it’s worth a shot?’ Garcia insisted. ‘We’re sort of running out of options and time.’

‘No,’ Hunter responded. ‘She’s a seventeen-year-old girl who’s been through more crap than most people would face in a lifetime. She’s alone and she’s scared. And to top it all off, she sees grotesque images of unimaginable suffering.’ His eyes focused on Garcia. ‘You’ve been to three of the five crime scenes. In Malibu you had to leave the room to be sick.’

‘Really?’ Hopkins asked, surprised.

‘Don’t even go there,’ Garcia warned him.

‘We are detectives with the HSS,’ Hunter continued. ‘Special circumstances’ crimes are all we do. We’re the experts, the real tough guys. We’re supposed to be used to it, and it still turns our stomachs inside out. Imagine what being alone and seeing those images – images as real as the ones we saw with our own eyes – could do to a fragile teenage girl. There’s no way in hell I’d bring her here, show her these pictures and ask her to deliberately try to force those visions into her mind.’

The silence that followed indicated that everyone understood Hunter’s position.

His cell phone rang. The caller display showed Mollie’s number. Spooky .

‘Hello, Mollie.’ Hunter moved towards the window. Even through the phone he could feel something wasn’t right. Her breathing was labored, as if she’d been running. ‘What’s wrong?’

Mollie took a deep breath, and Hunter realized she was also crying.

‘Mollie, talk to me. What’s wrong?’

Garcia and Hopkins tensed.

Another deep breath. Hunter heard a car horn. ‘Mollie, are you at the hotel?’

‘No.’ Her voice trembled.

‘Where are you?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘What? What do you mean?’

‘I left.’

‘You left the hotel?’

‘Yes.’

‘When?’

‘I don’t know. Some time ago.’ Her words dragged, stalled by her tears and the lump in her throat.

‘Calm down, Mollie. Talk to me. What happened? Why did you leave the hotel?’

‘I saw it…’ Her tone was becoming hysterical.

‘Take a deep breath, Mollie. What did you see?’ Hunter stood up and reached for his coat.

Silence.

‘Mollie, stay with me. What did you see?’

‘I saw the victim…’

‘The victim?’

‘The killer’s next victim. He’s going after the next victim tonight.’

Adrenalin pumped through Hunter’s blood. ‘OK, try to calm down for a sec, Mollie. How do you know it’s the next victim? It could’ve been an earlier one.’

‘Earlier?’

Hunter hesitated for a moment. ‘The visions you had before. The two people you saw. They weren’t the only victims. There were others before them, and there’s been another one since.’

‘No, no. It’s not them. It’s the next victim. I know it,’ she said in a panic-stricken tone.

Hunter was already at the door. ‘How can you be so sure, Mollie?’

‘Because it’s me.’ Her voice faltered. ‘He’s coming after me.’

Hundred and Sixteen

‘Wherever it is that you’re going I’m coming with,’ Garcia said, reaching for his jacket as Hunter ran past him and out into the corridor. ‘What’s going on, Robert?’

Hunter didn’t answer. He didn’t stop or turn around. Garcia only managed to catch up with him when they reached the parking lot.

‘You’re driving,’ Hunter said, pressing the speed dial button on his cell phone. He got the prerecorded message straight away.

‘Where am I going?’ Garcia asked as he turned on the engine.

‘Drive as if you were going to my place. The hotel where Mollie is staying is just three blocks from me.’

‘What happened?’

Hunter recounted the conversation he’d had with Mollie.

‘Holy shit!’ Garcia’s eyes widened. ‘When did she have the vision?’

‘I don’t know. I told you word for word what she said.’

‘And the connection simply went dead?’

A quick nod. ‘As if somebody had snapped the phone shut. I just tried calling her back – voice mail.’ Hunter closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to think clearly. Mollie hadn’t been exact when she told him that she’d left the hotel. That could’ve been ten minutes or five hours ago. She could still be in the hotel vicinity, or miles away by now. But where would she go?

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