This month I’m taking part in the A-Z Challenge! Which means I’ll be writing 26 posts (on set days through the month) each one corresponding to a letter of the alphabet. Today is day 15, which means letter O.
My theme for the month is: Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer. Each post will be a new chapter in the story – I’m really excited to finally get this novel idea out of my head and into words. I hope you enjoy it! 🙂
Capinski and I made a plan to meet the next day 30 minutes before work so we could begin to plan a kill together. The thought excited me a little – to see someone else work up close – but also worried me that he had such a skewed view of my part in this.
I didn’t want to be like him. He killed surrogates instead of the women he clearly wanted to kill. He was weak.
But he was willing to let me in. If I could just play the part of doting sidekick, I’d be able to see him kill. And that thought thrilled me.
Still, there was no way I trusted him so on my way home I parked at a local restaurant, made my way inside and out through a side exit. Hiding in the shadows I headed for a cafe down the street and called myself a cab.
I called Johnny as I was on the way to Sunrise Diner, leaving a brief message apologizing for running late.
As usual he was sitting in a corner booth. I smiled as I made my way over.
“So you’re still alive?” He said. He tried to play it off jokingly but I could tell he was really concerned.
“Takes more than a serial killer to get rid of me,” I said.
He pushed a cup of coffee towards me. “Have you eaten?”
I shook my head. “But I’ll wait for the waitress on my own time,” I said before he could annoy anyone.
He laughed. “No need, I already ordered a couple of burgers. Hopefully that’s ok, I remembered you had one last time.”
Interesting, I thought. “Sure.”
We chatted for a while, eating burgers and drinking coffee like old friends, even though we barely knew anything about each other and went out of our way to keep it like that.
“So, you’re really not going to tell me,” Johnny said,
“Tell you what?” I mumbled around a bite of burger.
“Who made the call! I could tell you knew the voice.”
“Oh, that.” I shrugged. “I can’t discuss the case.”
His look told me he didn’t believe that was the whole truth. But he didn’t ask again.
“How’s my phone coming along?” I said.
“It’s coming,” he said. “What they did wasn’t very sophisticated – I’ll spare you the tech jargon. But if you can give me until tomorrow I’ll have added a few…extras for you.” He grinned.
I laughed. “Sure, I can wait.”
“You two look cozy,” a familiar voice said over my shoulder.
Johnny’s face froze, staring behind me.
I turned round and looked at Capinski.
“Not going to introduce us?” He said, with a forced smile.