Dec 23 2008
Night Stalker Susan-The Plan
“I want you to do it,” Susan informed Andrew while they were standing outside her parent’s house later that night.
They had been watching the place for almost an hour before she spoke. They saw her father come home from work, and, through the kitchen window, her mother crying. Susan had turned away at sight of the tears. It was a few minutes later when she made her pronouncement.
“I don’t understand,” Andrew replied, a perplexed frown on his face. He knew she liked dishing out her own revenge.
“I want him dead, but my mother can never know I had anything to do with it,” Susan stated. “For some reason she loves the son of a bitch. Even though he beats her black and blue on a regular basis,” she added, her hands balled into fists at her side.
She turned to Andrew and implored, “We have to make it look like an accident, so she gets the life insurance money.” Shaking her head, she sighed, “She doesn’t know how to take care of herself. Without the money she won’t make it.”
“We’ll do it at the store,” she continued a few moments later. “Make it look like a botched robbery or something.”
“And you don’t want to be there at all?”
“Oh, I want him to know I’m responsible. I just can’t leave any evidence behind,” she replied. “So far I haven’t seen anybody around town that I know, so we should be good on that count,” she further assured him.
“The asshole is going to know who did this to him, and he’ll regret the day he ever laid a hand on my mother,” she growled.
“I’ll just have to curb my impulses for this one,” she went on, voicing her thoughts aloud. “My fingerprints are already in the store, so that’s not a problem. I just can’t leave any blood behind.” Smiling, she added, “Or any bite marks.”
“I can’t leave any either,” Andrew stated. “I’m sure you’re pearly whites are going to be in the system any day now. We don’t want any way for the authorities to link the crime here with the deaths on campus.” He shrugged, and continued, “Just have to do this one the old fashioned way so nobody will even think of Stalkers for it.”
“What did you have in mind,” Susan asked.
“You said make it look like a robbery, so I’m thinking a crow bar might do nicely. I can use it to pry the door. We’ll stage it to look like he surprised me and I used whatever was handy.”
“Wouldn’t a gun be easier and make more sense?”
“Yes, but it wouldn’t be as much fun,” Andrew offered, a chill in his eyes that Susan had never seen before.
