Robert Waggoner - John - The Senior Killer

Rocky was not a happy German Shepherd when they all took off down the trail to the beach with the pups barking up a storm carrying their barks away on gale force winds. Salt air greeted the runners and walkers as they hurried down the trail in the late afternoon. The rain stung their eyes as once on the beach they headed south this time to feel the sting of the needle like rain on their faces. Sujin and Nancy walked north for protection from the rain coming from the southwest. The storm was too severe to talk so the girls, after a short walk up the beach found some shelter behind a large rock that was only the top of a much larger rock under the beach. Nancy said to Sujin, “How are you and the baby doing?”

“Much better than I thought I would be doing. Mother was a big help and of course I do my yoga exercises twice a day. My balance of Yin and Yang is good. I’m fine, but I’m worried about Brad and the team. This by far is the most difficult case to date and it is taking its toll on my husband. His having to appease the political side of things while doing what he thinks is necessary to catch the guy, even though this guy seems to come and go at will has put a real strain on my husband.”

“Yes,” Nancy said while drawing lines in the sand with a walking stick she had picked up off the beach, “I feel a hundred year old these days. My boss is not helping matters yelling at me from Washington telling me how many phone calls come in wondering what the FBI is doing about the Senior Killer. That is one reason I readily agreed to come down here to get away from his phone calls.” To accentuate the point she was making, a powerful gust of wind whipped around the rock bring with it mixed with the rain sea water that both tasted on their lips as they dropped their heads down to their chests. Both decided it was time for some hot tea sitting on the floor next to the wood stove where the elements were not so bad; only the gloom of the case hung over like the dark clouds racing across the sky.

The team jogged along together feeling the salt spray of the wind whipped sea mix with the sweat of running. It salt water burned their eyes, but all endured while driving their bodies to the limit. Brad and Mike were in a race to see who gave up first with agent Jones and Wendy not far behind. They were running as close to the surf as possible because that is where the sand was the hardest. Not always did they time it right with the ebb and flow by the sea. Wet feet and sand laden shoes rubbed like sandpaper against the skin of their feet. All felt the pain and none cared. It was like they were on a mission and come hell or high tide they were going to take Senior John to the sand.

Senior Killer John was just coming through the small town of Roy, Washington just a few miles north of Yelm and the turn off to the Bald Hill Road. He was going home to visit his brothers. Now was the time to throw a real monkey wrench into the case by having two kills at the same time. He turned left on Vail Road to Four Corners where the Bald Hills Road went east to his pig farm. He was driving his SUV and would park in a different location than before. From there he would walk through the woods just as it was getting dark to the barn. Just as darkness was the feeding time for the pigs and he knew one brother would be working in the barn at that time. Thirty minutes later after parking on an old logging road, with his boots on looking like a pig farmer he made his way to the barn knowing the FBI still had a stakeout on the farm. His rage was building again inside him and by the time he sneaked into the barn he was about to tell his brothers the plan to rock the country with a double killing on Halloween night.

His brother never batted an eye when he saw John in the barn. The pigs were squealing and the smell not so bad as the rain kept the strong smell of pig waste and rotten food to a minimum. His brother told him the stake out car was just down the way a little bit and that it was no problem to sneak into the kitchen and down the stairs to the safety of the room that was more home to them than the upstairs. The brothers enlarged the room and it was complete now with power. Nobody knew they were triplets and not twins. Their mother had a midwife deliver the babies and after she had left, mother had another smaller one pop out. Birth certificates for two not three were made out. Why, nobody knew but the father and mother and neither one were alive to tell the tale. The last one was a little retarded, but capable of taking care of the pigs and self if left alone. He lived under the kitchen and took his food when there was a knock on the floor.

John was the oldest and the one his brothers followed as to what he said. The three of them sat under the kitchen listening to John’s plan for his brother to make a kill on his own. They talked for a few hours and John left the way he came to head to the coast of Oregon where he knew the Batt Team were planning making a plan for McMinnville.

Back at the Round House that was exactly what the team was doing. An idea that Billy had was being discussed around the floor table while they ate dinner. By now the team was used to the pungent smell of Kimchee. At first Wendy, Nancy and agent Jones thought the smell of fermented cabbage revolting, but now it blended nicely with the spicy smells that went with the traditional side dish. Tonight the air was filled with garlic and onions cooking on a gas BBQ while tender beef strips that had been marinated in the saga that was similar with a Teriyaki cooked while they talked about Billy’s idea of holding a Senior Halloween party where John just might show up thinking it was easy pickings on Halloween night.

Mike said, “We could have two of us at the door taking tickets and,” while he thought about it rubbing his hair that was similar to Brads cut, “how do we know when someone leaves with him that they aren’t leaving with a friend or wife or whatever?”

“Darn good question,” Brad said while rubbing Rockies belly. Sandy had the night shift with her pups and Rocky was in heaven now that all the team was in one place so he could relax while they ate. “We need to figure out some kind of system for checking ID leaving. What could we come up with that wouldn’t scare our John off?”

Agent Jones said with a mouthful of beef, “I’m not liking this idea very much. I think we have too many loose ends and not enough control over the situation.”

“Do you have any other ideas agent Jones,” Brad said trying to keep his tone of voice soft and inviting.

Agent Jones squirmed a little and took a sip of tea and said, “Well, it is kind of a far out idea and I haven’t thought it all the way through, but what do you think of this idea,” and he told them about having a special showing of the Spruce Goose with a special person who knows the complete and step by step of the conception of the idea to its first flight.” He looked around the table at each of them to see what or how his idea was being accepted.

“Agent Jones,” Mike said excitedly, “I think you are on to something here. I like it. We could control the incoming and outgoing. We need covert cameras along with stills to see who is what car and when that car is leaving if it has more than when it came in, maybe we have our man.”

“Hey we can have the FBI trailer set up for receiving the video along with a digital hand held camera with a direct feed to a computer. License plates and what else,” Billy asked while reaching for a cigarette forgetting he was in a non-smoking house.

Wendy said, “I really like it and if we add golf carts to ferry the seniors around we can also have our FBI agents drive the carts. Make it look like it is open and all are free to wander around, but in fact it is a crab pot to catch the crab: no escape once in”