Verek (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina #3) - Lane Hart Page 0,26
three men watched. I heard someone mention that Floyd had a deal with them where he always got to have a go there first with their victims. He certainly wasn’t the last either…
“You okay?” Verek asks as I stand paralyzed in the middle of his trashed living room where the carpet is so dirty it looks light brown, but I think it was once cream-colored. And unfortunately, there’s no garage, so we’ll have to make it look like he hung himself. That’s not an image I’m looking forward to seeing.
“Uh-huh, yeah,” I answer.
“This one tougher on you than the others?” he asks, and I’m not sure if he means the memories or the way we’re going to kill him.
“Yes,” I reply which is the answer to both questions.
“I know it’s gross, but if he saved your hair somewhere, we need to find it before the police do.”
“Right,” I agree, since we’re going to set this up as a suicide because he can’t handle the guilt of what he did to women.
“If you would rather look for a laptop or tablet you can,” Verek offers.
“Thanks. I’ll do that,” I agree as I start lifting dirty towels and clothes from the pile on the sofa, trying to only touch corners with my gloved hands while holding a small flashlight in the other.
Half an hour later, and right around nine when he should be closing up the pawn shop, I have an older, slow-as-snails laptop plugged in and booting up, and Verek has a cigar box full of hair.
“Well, at least they’re labeled by date,” he says with a cringe as he stares down at them.
“You should probably pull out all the ones from around this past April for Cari, Robin, and Sandy’s sake.”
“Good thinking,” Verek says as he places the box on the kitchen counter and uses his index finger to sort through the pile. One by one he pulls the hair out and places them on a paper towel. “Got theirs and yours,” he tells me before folding up the towel and pushing it deep into his pocket. “We’ll throw these out or burn them later. The rest of the box we can put next to the laptop to make it easier for the police to track down victims.”
“What if a family member or friend finds him first and covers it up?” I ask in concern.
“Then he’s still dead, and they’ll have to live with the shit he did.”
“Right, yeah. It would hurt us with explaining the other two’s disappearance, but either way, they’ll all be dead.”
“Exactly,” Verek says.
“The laptop is finally on the home screen, no password.”
“I’ll type up the message,” he says when he comes over. As his fingers move over the keys, he reads the words aloud. “I’ve done so many horrible things that I can’t live with myself anymore. I’ve raped women, lots of them, ruining their lives and my own. I, along with Joey Simpson, Donald Franklin, and Leroy Clemons would kidnap women together and hold them against their will. I warned them I was going to confess, and they all decided to run to try and avoid getting caught. I’m sorry, even though words could never make up for what I did. The next best thing is to end my life.” Verek finishes typing and turns the screen to me. “How does that all sound?”
“Good, that’s good. I think you covered everything.”
“All right then,” he says as he straightens. “You want to wait in the bathroom?”
“No,” I say with conviction. “It’s more disgusting than anything else in this place.”
“How about the hallway, then?”
“Okay.”
Pulling out a gun from the back of his jeans, he offers it to me. “If anything goes wrong, if he were to get away from me, kill him, then run. I’ll handle the rest.”
“I understand,” I say. “Please don’t let him get away.”
“I won’t, unless he has a weapon that I can’t get away from him. He works at a pawn shop, so it’s not a stretch to think he would carry a handgun.”
“Be careful,” I beg him.
“I will,” he assures me just as the lights of a car flicker through the dark house. “Showtime,” he says quietly. “I’ll wait for him behind the front door.”
“Okay,” I say. Before I move into my position out of sight in the hallway, I lunge forward and place a kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Verek replies, looking a little stunned.
Shit! Maybe I should’ve waited to do that until after we were done here,