13 miles away

13 miles away

Brandon sat in Damien's truck in the far corner of the parking lot at a catholic church, just outside of the district.His own truck was in a long term parking at the airport safe for a while, anyway. He didn't know what was going on in the church. A rehearsal a service meeting,whatever it was seemed to have ended thirty minutes ago. The parking lot had cleared out except for three or four vehicles parked way out in the back for employees he assumed. he was counting on on at least a couple being women. and at least one being alone.

He turned up the volume on the tape, sinking into the smooth plush, upholstery. Killing unexpected animals must be better business than he had expected. Damien's truck a 2010 four by four Chevy  soft leather interior  double cab a dashboard that resembled a cockpit.

State of the art sound system.

"No please, st-o-o-p. please don't hurt me.....

His latest kill.. stunning.

He closed his eyes letting the screams wash over him. One of his better kills. and he was glad. He wouldn't have the luxury the next time. this one had to be quick and easy.

No time for tapes.No time to dump the body. Just pop match the doll, and get the hell out of there.

He pulled the next insurance form and picture, 1866 Benoit, appraisal 30,000 - 35,000.

Yes this one should be no problem.

She came out the side door of the church Brandon chose her the moment he saw her.and walked to wing that was preschool or something. She disappeared inside then reappeared five Min's later with a large bag. Headed to the parking lot coming toward him. Brandon's nerves tightened. He straightened up looked at the cars that were still left. to SUV's and a mini van a couple of sedans. If hers was one of the bigger vehicles....

He scanned the rest of the parking lot, his blood started to tingle. No one else around. She passed the first sedan the first SUV. Brandon's knees began to bouncing in anticipation.Not the Honda not the Honda. any of them except the Honda..

She pushed a button in her hand and the headlights of the mini van came on A surge of excitement ran through him.. The mini van. Perfect..

"Brandy." he said. his voice straining "I will be right back."

He ran through the inventory before he got out of the truck, making sure he had everything, new pistol from Damien's shop a little .22 wedding ring on his finger. oh and don't forget the blouses.He reached under the seat where he put a J.C. penny's bag.

The woman was thirty feet away.He started toward her a casual walk.Brandon had sandy brown hair and brown eyes.He was five nine. He read once that the average height for a white male was  five foot nine. but he usually wished he was bigger.walking toward women though made him look harmless.There had been women who teased him through his lifetime and some who used him. Some Even felt sorry for him when they found out about his sister.

But they never feared him. not until it was too late.

The woman glanced in his direction smiled slightly and pressed the key. The side of her van slid open.

Brandon walked faster."Whoa you dropped something," he called out jogging toward her."Oh sorry I guess you didn't " A smile now. The one that never scared women."Let me help you with that."

She stood at the side of the door holding the bag, ready to thank him. He shoved as she opened her mouth she fell across the bucket seats in the back. a shriek in her throat. Brandon climbed in behind her on top of her, really struggling to get the door closed. he pressed the gun barrel  about an inch from her temple. no time to measure.

FWP. not the echoing blast of the .38. The woman jumped and went limp. sprawling over the console between the seats.

Brandon climbed off of her and ducked down, even though the silencer had killed the sound and the windows were tinted.A few moments of caution wouldn't hurt.

But no one came. Not even mother.

He straightened as much as the van ceiling would let him, unscrewed the silencer and pocketed the gun. He hauled the woman up and propped her in one of the backseats. Blood inched down the side of her head from the hole.

He got the bag of blouses studied the woman, she wasn't very big. He pulled out a pink blouse and checked the tag. Size 16 no way too large. dug out another this was a 5 this would work.

He pulled off the blazer the woman was wearing then cut away the short sleeved top she had on underneath, Cutting was easier than trying to get it over her head. with effort Brandon maneuvered  her arms through the sleeves of the blouse and buttoned it up in the front. He was sweating by the time he got her blazer back over it. Dead bodies even small ones  arn't easy to manipulate in the back of a cramped van.

But it was done. Brandon straightened the six inches he could looked at the insurance for of the picture of the doll, then looked at the woman. There was a little more lace  on the blouse in the photo, but the likeness was good enough.

He opened the woman's purse looking for her cell phone. Lord how long had it been since he had a safe phone call to Sarra.

He couldn't wait to here her voice when she realized where he was.