Stark Rayless Justice

1. Auflage 2016
ISBN: 978-1-4835-8106-4
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 200 Seiten

Rayless Justice - an action packed crime thriller. Can the San Diego police catch a serial killer, who leaves no evidence behind?

Autoren/Hrsg.

Stark, Thomas

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Prologue It wasn’t difficult to find Ed Sullivan’s house. All Ray had to do was follow the trail of reporters and an angry mob of people protesting about his release. Even though Ray was beyond angry, he was also intelligent and in control of his emotions and didn’t rush things at all. His time in the service and his martial arts training had taught him to be calm, no matter the situation. At that moment, he was grateful for his training and his ability to use it in a difficult situation like this. He parked a few blocks from Ed Sullivan’s and approached it with a normal attitude, looking like another interested bystander. Many people were in front of Ed Sullivan’s house and several cops were stationed in front of it, forming a small perimeter around his front entrance. Sure, keep the bastard safe he thought, and waste resources on an animal like him, when you could be out protecting other kids. He didn’t blame the cops involved, they were just doing their job. It was the system itself that was wrong. He approached the perimeter and blended in with the crowd. They were all angry and shouting but he wasn’t paying much attention to them, he was more assessing the situation and analyzing the surroundings; the buildings close by, the cops, the street lights, and most importantly the house where Ed Sullivan lived. The curtains covered the windows and the house was almost dark. The house was old and dilapidated and it looked abandoned. Ed was likely hiding, which, in his situation was probably a good idea. The old house had two entrances, the front door and a back door that led to the garden. In the garden were bushes and trees, which covered most of it. The challenge was how to make it inside the house, without being noticed. He doubted that Ed had any alarm system in that old house. Not by the looks of it. Ray decided that nothing could be done tonight. The crowd would be here all night and so would the cops. He went home shortly afterwards, unnoticed and determined what to do next. Ray returned the next day and saw the crowd had disappeared from Ed Sullivan’s house and only a few reporters were still outside with their vans. A single police car was parked in front of the house. Probably tonight, the place would be empty and he could begin his operation. He decided to go back later that day to confirm whether his plan could be executed tonight. Ray had used the time efficiently since last night. Ever since he had returned home from the service, he had always kept a set of guns in his house. He had picked his favorite gun, the Glock 19 and with a Tirant9 silencer. The frame was good and the angle great for his aim. It was an easy weapon to use with minimal recoil. It was also easy to conceal, which could prove useful later on. The time was now 9.00 pm and Ray drove his car towards Ed Sullivan’s house. He parked his car a few blocks from the house in a quiet alley with no activity at all. The small lamppost by the alley was the only thing illuminating the street in front of the house, except the dimmed light from the evening sky. Ray’s car, an old Stratus Sedan, didn’t attract any suspicion at all in the neighborhood. He had bought the car yesterday from a local car dealer, for less than a grand; he needed a car that would fit the surroundings, and this old car was perfect for the job. He grabbed his bag in the passenger seat, locked the car, and started to walk. He only saw a few people out on the streets; it was late, which suited him fine. He approached Ed Sullivan’s house. He walked up to Ed Sullivan’s front door and knocked and waited. No reply so far and after waiting a mere 15 seconds he knocked again, this time a reply came: “Hold your horses, dammit, I’m coming.” A man opened the door. Ray looked closely at him. He looked like a hazard, but matched the picture of Ed Sullivan perfectly. “About time,” Ed scowled to himself before Ray had a chance to present himself. He stood in the doorway waiting, with a cigarette in his mouth. “Sorry to disturb you so late Mr. Sullivan, but we have had technical problems the whole day, so if you can spare me 5 minutes, I can fix your internet in no time” Ray told the man. He was wearing a T-shirt with a Wi-Fi logo and a text saying “SD Internet Hosting”. “Yeah, yeah, come in. It’s been down since this morning,” Ed Sullivan sourly replied. Ed let him in and closed the door behind him. “So can you fix it?” Ed asked in an unfriendly tone. “Only one look and that will be it for you” Ray replied. “Well, get it over with and make it fast, son, I got better things to do and do you even know what time it is?” Ed said, leading Ray to where his router was placed. Ray smiled and stepped in the house: “Thank you, sir, this will be over quick”. Ray stood face to face with Ed Sullivan in the entrance. Ed turned his back on him and walked back to what seemed to be the living room towards the router, Ray followed, not saying a word. The house actually looked worse on the inside, which would seem almost impossible. It was dirty, and garbage and leftovers were lying around. The worst thing was the smell. Ed sat down on his couch and continued to watch TV and smoked his cigarette again. Ray watched him. He figured Ed to be around 50 years old and clearly overweight by at least 50 pounds. He reminded him of a mole, hiding in a pile of dirt. Ed had a small round head, greasy hair and lacked a visible neck. Ed looked up at him: “Weren’t you going to fix the internet, son? What are you waiting for? Never seen a real man before?” Ed said, laughed, and coughed at the same time. “What’s with the gloves anyway, why are you wearing them?” Ed asked when he was done laughing. Ray didn’t say anything; there was no need for words now. He drew his gun from his jacket and pointed it straight at Ed. Ed froze, looking completely stunned; his small eyes looked at Ray and fear began to show in them. “What are you doing?” Ed stuttered, “You can’t pull a gun on me, you can’t do that!”. Ray didn’t reply. Ed started to shake: “What do you want, just tell me, just pl..” “Shut up, Ed,” Ray interrupted and continued, “How this night will turn out is completely up to you. If you do as I say, I will walk away from here and you will remain unharmed”. He reached for his pocket, took out a few strips, and tossed them to Ed: “Put these on and try not to speak at all, if you want to live”. Ed clumsily picked up the strips and put them on. “Now stand up and move over to that wooden chair over there,” Ray said in a calm voice, with authority. Ray quickly scanned the windows around the living room. They were all covered with dark curtains. Ed did what he was told, not saying a word. Sweat was showing on his forehead. “Now I’m going to ask you a few questions, Ed, and your answers will determine the outcome of this night,” he said. Ed nodded frantically. “Where is your list, Ed?” Ray asked. “What list? What list are you talking about?” Ed answered, looking bewildered. “Your network list, Ed. I need the names of all of your scum bag friends, who also rape children. Now, where is it?” he replied. “What list? I don’t have a list, we don’t have networks like that,” Ed said nervously. Ray pointed the gun at Ed’s forehead: “I’m gonna ask you one more time Ed, where is your list? I need the names.” At the same, time he removed the safety from the Glock, which gave a small clicking sound. Ed flinched. It always had that effect on people who were staring down a gun barrel. Ray knew from experience. “Alright, alright, I have it on my laptop,” Ed said in a frightened voice, “It is on the table over there.” “Get it for me,” Ray replied coldly and shoved Ed to the table. He stood up and picked up the laptop, clumsily, since his two hands were tied together. Ed quickly found the list on his laptop; several names in the San Diego area came up. Some were probably in jail and others were perhaps still residing in the area. Ray would find out later. He had asked Ed to find the list for him on his computer rather that finding it himself because of one thing. In his experience personal stuff, like Ed’s list or other possible evidence that would incriminate him, were always password protected and there was always a risk that Ed had knowledge enough to put a password on his files. Then, if you got the password wrong a few times, it would delete all the files. However, with a gun pointed straight at him, Ed typed in the right password immediately. Ray snapped a few photos of the list with his phone, while keeping an eye on Ed. Afterwards, he told Ed to delete the list from his computer. “Now, one more thing, Ed,” Ray said and continued: “I know that you pedophiles like to show each other photos of the victims you raped, so I am going to show you a picture now, and if you recognize it, you tell me, and if not, I am going to put a bullet in your brain, do you understand?” Ed nodded. Ray took out a small picture frame from...