AIDEN
A lot of people wonder how killers find their victims. Most attribute it to stalking, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or being targeted randomly. Sarah’s downfall was engaging in small talk. I connected the dots, from Katie’s discomfort to being around her to the information Ciara shared.
I made several trips to the smoking area throughout the night to “take a phone call.”It was just a coincidence that Sarah happened to be out there every time.I appealed to her ego and laid on the charm, soon, she told me exactly what I wanted to know.
I asked if she still lived in Tallaght, and she told me which part. I had to narrow it down, so I casually asked what side of Killinarden Park her house is on, then made a show of dropping a name or two of people I knew in that area. one estate is easier to watch than several. I knew the road she was on since she said she was directly facing the top of the park. It was all downhill from there.
Of course, I didn’t seek her out for a good fortnight after the fact, or my bug would get suspicious that I was up to no good. Katie knows I kill predators. I sense she wouldn’t react well to me getting rid of her old friend, even though she’s just as much of a predator as any man. She orchestrated a situation where my girl was sexually assaulted, and she needs to face the consequences. I just had to figure out how to do it without breaking my moral code—don’t hurt a woman.
I had settled on injecting her and calling it a day, but then a brilliant idea hit me. Now here I am, with Sarah blubbering at her kitchen table and staring at the gun in my hand.
“Please, my kids need me.”
“Three children with three different fathers, classy.”
Pulling back the slide, I settle into the chair. “Speaking of… your eldest daughter, who is her father? I should like a word with him.”
“Why are you doing this?”
Right now, this feels more like a punishment for me than for her. There is dog shit scattered all over the floor, mountains of dirty washing, and the counters are filthy. Mother of the fucking year right here. I’ll need to bathe in Dettol after this.
“Calm down, Sarah.” I force a grin, pointing the gun at the bottles of water on the table. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions. You see, you helped get my girl so drunk that not only did you and your then fiancé take full advantage of her, but she could have choked on her own vomit in her sleep after the fact.”
“The three-way?” Sarah blurts out and has the gall to look confused. “Katie wanted it. She never said no, either time.”
Excuse me? It happened more than once.
Right then, I see where this is going. She doesn’t see anything wrong with what she’s done.
“Did you know that your ex-fiancé tampered with her drinks, yes or no?”
“Carl didn’t drug the drinks; he just added in shots for the laugh. But she was already wasted by then, so it didn’t really matter.” Sarah’s nonchalant attitude towards the situation is disturbing.
I lean forward, my forearms resting on my knees. “So, he tampered with her drinks multiple times.”
“She didn’t say no.”
“She couldn’t say no!” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is not a joke; this is serious. “He took advantage of her while she was intoxicated, and not only did he rape my girlfriend, but you also joined in on the assault.”
Getting to my feet, I toss a two litre bottle of water at her. “Drink.”
“What?”
I aim the gun right between her eyes. “Drink.”
She hesitantly takes a sip, her eyes wide. “More.” I can see the fear in her eyes as she complies, drinking more water as I keep the gun pointed between her eyes. “More.”
“I can’t—”
Pressing the cold metal of the Glock against her forehead, I growl, “Drink or die.” She continues to drink, tears streaming down her face. I wait until every last drop has been consumed before lowering the gun and stepping back, a cruel smile playing on my lips. “How does it feel to be forced to drink against your will?”
“We didn’t hold a gun to her head!” Her pale blue gaze is fixed on me.
I chuckle, enjoying the fear and desperation in her eyes. “But I did, and you complied. That’s all that matters.”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Tough shit.” Reaching for a litre bottle of water, I pass it to her and grin. “Drink.”
