Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
But that wasn’t that. That wasn’t the end at all.
On the fateful day, Don’s wife had climbed upstairs to go take a bath, while Don talked to the sisters as they prepared to leave. If Caspian were a betting man, he’d have said that’s when he launched his attack. It began with offering them each a can of pop. They knew Don from previous interactions, so that was no biggie. Trusted him.
They drank the cold drinks, but soon passed out. As his wife enjoyed her bath time, possibly humming a Christian song or thinking about her dinner planning for the following day, her husband was strategizing and calculating deviant plans on two unsuspecting innocent souls.
Don’s own daughters were in their bedrooms away from the action, doing their homework, oblivious to their father’s activities. Once the young ladies were out cold at the kitchen table, he placed their slumped bodies into the back of his car in the garage, telling his wife he was going to the grocery store while she continued to bask in her fragrant suds. In actuality, he was headed to an old shed in the back of an abandoned house, on a property about fifteen minutes away, that was at the time in foreclosure.
There, he did unthinkable things… and when he was finished, he left their bruised and bloodied bodies like discarded trash, finishing each of them off with the hard whack of a bat or similar object, right to the back of the head.
Caspian beat the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music as he glared at the house where the devil lived. His heart galloped like a million racehorses spooked by thunder and lightning. His excitement mounted and his exhilaration filled his core, making him smile and salivate, as if waiting for his favorite meal to be set before him. He was famished after all; this case had been one he’d wanted to crack from the first moment he’d seen the photos of the girls with their family. Such pretty girls… their whole lives ahead of them.
Don. Don. Don. Daddy’s home, motherfucker.
Don was an educated, quiet, and attractive man. An upstanding fellow of society. Caspian knew better. Looks were deceiving. He dug deeper than some, harder than most, stronger than all. Now, D-day has come for Don.
Caspian glanced at his watch, noting it was a little after four o’clock. According to the information he’d received about the man’s comings and goings from local cameras Caspian had managed to tap into via special codes he’d purchased from the dark web, Don would be going to a local church meeting soon, then return home around 5:25 P.M. Caspian unwrapped a sandwich he’d picked up at the truck stop, turned the car engine off, and enjoyed it while still listening to some tunes. He tapped his foot to the music, even worked on a few articles for work, scribbling notes in a notebook he’d brought along with him. His cell phone was left back at the rental property in Kentucky, plugged in and switched on. He’d rented the car under an alias and each time he made a stop, he wore a different baseball cap and glasses.
By the time he’d gulped down his now warm Coke, the side door of Don’s house swung open. Out walked a tall, slender man with salt and pepper hair, holding a big, covered tumbler, likely filled with coffee. According to Don’s Amazon orders Caspian had accessed, the man was a big coffee head and drank the beverage constantly. In fact, Caspian had even caught him consuming it during some of his live stream church videos.
Caspian got a better look at him as he walked away from the house. Still attractive. Still a piece of shit. Bible tucked under his arm as if it were a part of him. As if he cared about a word in it at all…
He got into his silver SUV and headed out of the driveway, onto the street, driving east. Caspian gave the man a ten second head start, then started his car and trailed him, but not too close behind.
Once Don arrived at the church about twelve minutes later, Caspian kept going, parking several houses away but close enough to see everyone’s comings and goings. The street was quiet, lined with older, smaller homes, with ample space between them. There were no bus stops or parks, which had him think the majority of the occupants might be past retirement age. He noted a few cameras here and there, but the church did not have any. He’d looked into that in advance. He also noticed that none of the houses had porches or backyards that pointed toward the church parking lot. Perfect. No need for a plan B.
He wondered what lies Don was telling his fellow church board members right at that moment, and how he positioned his mouth to deliver hearty laughs, while recommending to pray for others and offer a helping hand or timely advice—when he himself was a cold-blooded murderer of children.