The Keystroke Killer

by Melissa Caudle

  Dr. Angela fixated on Kelly. Now that’s a woman I’d take to bed.

  Dr. Angela’s fantasy abruptly ended as Dr. Franklin and Debra joined the group. Dr. Franklin shook the Congressman’s hand. “Congratulations Congressman on making your run official. You’ll have my full support. Congressman, I’d like to introduce you to Ms. Debra Jones.”

  Debra and the Congressman’s eyes locked and widened; both caught off guard. “Yes, Congressman. It will be a great victory for Americans.” Debra’s rosy lips pulled into a grin of incandescent delight.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet any friend of Dr. Franklin’s. His friends are my friends.”

  Lux clung close to the Congressman. “You have my vote. I love what you represent.” The man of the hour ignored his smitten friend.

  Dr. Angela smiled. “Congressman, I’m proud of you. You’ll win this election. I’ve put my money where my mouth is.”

  “Yes, you have. Janice and I will always be thankful. We’re also grateful for your endorsement.”

  “If this goes well, your next run will be for Governor having my full backing.”

  Janice approached her husband and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I like how that sounds.” She looked over at Lux. I wonder if that’s his latest fling? A slight grin of womanly power emerged.

  Dr. Franklin placed his hand on Debra’s lower back. “Now, it’s time for a drink. You’ll have our support.”

  Debra nodded as the merest trace of a grin developed. Should I tell him I’m a childhood friend of the Congressman?

  “Enjoy the evening on my behalf.” The Congressman yielded a grin of a thoroughly contented man.

  “We fully intend too.” Dr. Franklin grabbed Debra’s hand and escorted her to the bar.

  Meagan bumped into Dr. Franklin as she approached her boss. He looked toward her and flashed a grin of mammoth proportions. Such a beautiful woman with a perfect smile. A candidate for an evening meal.

  Meagan tapped the Congressman’s shoulder. She leaned in and whispered into his ear.

  He nodded. “Please, take care of it.”

  “Yes sir, consider it done.” Meagan took her leave. After two short steps, she returned to her boss and held out her hand. He reached into his tuxedo pocket, removed a hotel room electronic key and handed it to her. She smiled accomplished, nodded and strode to the exit. She turned, scanned the room as if she searched for someone and left.

  From across the crowded room, Dr. Angela continued to observe Kelly.

  Kelly noticed his gaze and winked.

  I have to meet her. Dr. Angela tapped the Congressman’s shoulder. “I think I’ll join Dr. Franklin and get another cocktail. Enjoy the evening Congressman.”

  “Thank you for attending.”

  “Congressman see that gorgeous woman in red at the bar. Who is she?”

  A jealous rage erupted beneath the Congressman’s perfect veneer. “That’s the one and only Ms. Kelly Corbin.” My mistress.

  “How do you know her?” Janice pierced her eyes.

  “She represents a special support group and she is important for our win.”

  “Then it’s imperative I meet her if she is that important for the win.” Dr. Angela worked his way through the crowd.

  Dr. Langford, Professor Faust and Judas stopped him. Dr. Langford stepped forward. “Good evening Dr. Angela. I have some very interesting notes to share on my research.”

  “Great.” Dr. Angela glared at Judas. “You have nerve attending this event. How did you get past security?”

  “He’s my plus one.” Professor Faust successfully got under the arrogant CEO’s skin.

  “Be careful who you’re seen with.” Dr. Angela pushed through them toward Kelly.

  Professor Faust zipped a grin of impudence. “You would think he would be more interested in our conversation after trying to get me back on board.”

  Dr. Langford’s brow creased. “Why haven’t you?”

  “He has morals where others don’t.” Judas’ harsh tone sent a strong message. “Some people were meant to stab someone in the back and betray them.” Judas leered at the Professor. Don’t cross me.

  Nathan Hammer, in a top hat and white tuxedo, escorted a southern belle pretty as a ripe peach into the fundraiser. She carried a small gift-wrapped box in her free hand. He glanced the room until he found Dr. Angela who stood near Kelly at the bar. “Hun. Hang on to your britches. You’re about to meet the man.”

  “I’m excited to meet the man who invented Deedra. I’d be lost in this world without her.”

  “Sweet Peach, we’d all be lost without him.”

  “Darling, I insist. Lead the way.” They pushed through the crowd until they reached the bar.

  “Great party for a politician, don’t ya think?” Mr. Hammer tapped his cane and nodded to Dr. Angela.

  “Yes, it is indeed. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

  “Where’s my manners?”

  The sweet peach curtsied. “I’m Susie Blanche.” Her country farm twang reeked of honey. “Nice to meet you. I’m the reigning Miss Georgia. I’m from Atlanta.”

  “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Dr. Angela’s demeanor softened toward Kelly. “What is your name?”

  “I’m Miss Kelly Corbin. I’ve won many pageants too.” Her tone full of scorn toward the sweet peach.

  Mr. Hammer nodded toward his date. “Go on Susie. Give the doc his present.”

  She handed the wrapped box to Dr. Angela. “You’re supposed to open it now. Lift the lid, peek inside and put the lid back on. That way, you still have a nice gift.”

  He took the gift and gave a nod of complete resolve to Mr. Hammer. Now only one more chip and I’ll have them all.

  Congressman Thompson, jealous, fixed his gaze on Kelly. Damn. I should be with her.

  “Congressman, would you like another drink?” Lux cleared his throat. “Congressman.”

  “Not now, I’m busy.”

  A rage of jealousy overcame Lux; anger flickered in his eyes. He stormed through the crowd toward his CEO boss. “Dr. Angela, I’m leaving. I’ll take Blaze’s birthday present to her now.”

  Dr. Angela pulled an envelope from his pocket. “Don’t forget to look for the bracelet while you’re there.” He handed it and the box to Lux. “Take this to the office and put it in my lower desk drawer.”

  “Sir, both will be delivered tonight. I’ll see you at the airport at six o’clock sharp tomorrow morning.” He pranced out of the party room.

  Dr. Franklin placed his lips to Debra’s ear. “Let’s take the boat out tonight.”

  “We haven’t eaten.” Debra patted her toned stomach.

  “I’ll promise I’ll feed you.” He took her hand and led her to the door. They collided into Michael Edmonds.

  A surprised expression formed on Dr. Franklin’s brow. “Michael, good to see you. It’s a great party. Have fun.”

  “You too. How’s next Friday looking for our poker game?”

  Dr. Franklin turned his eyes toward Debra as a faint dimple formed above his mouth. “I believe I have other plans.”

  “Then, we’ll reschedule.”

  Dr. Franklin nodded as Michael headed toward the Congressman. He tugged Debra’s hand. “Let’s go.”

  “Wait! I love that Saints player. You didn’t even introduce me.”

  “It wasn’t the right time. I promise I’ll invite him for a sunset cruise. We’re neighbors.”

  ***

  The door to the apartment remained open to allow Blaze’s guests to come and go as they pleased.

  Roth strutted into the packed apartment; Sam at his side. “I’m back.” He and Sam strode through the party crowd toward Blaze. “I told you I wasn’t going to be long.”

  “Thank God. I need back up.”

  “What did you say? The music is loud.”

  “Nothing. Glad you’re back.”

  Mag came over. “Girl, there’s over fifty people here. Everyone and their dog came.” Sh
e darted her eyes at Sam who barked once.

  “Isn’t it great?”

  Lux at the entrance held onto the envelope as Milo passed behind him and entered his own apartment unnoticed. Lux looked for Blaze.

  Roth noticed Lux and worked his way through the crowd to him. “Excuse me, can I help you with something?”

  Lux popped his hip and put his hand on it. “My, aren’t you a cutie? You could help me by telling me where I could find Blaze.” His flamboyant flair revved.

  “Is she expecting you? You don’t look like a sorority sister.”

  “I’m a sister from another mother. Trust me, she knows me. I have an early birthday present from her father.”

  Roth pointed to Blaze with suspicious eyes toward Lux. “She’s in there stuffing her face with tacos.”

  Roth pushed through the crowd toward her and Mag engaged in a conversation.

  “I thought Lorenzo was coming. Where is he?” Mag pouted her lips.

  “Not sure. He’ll be here; or, he’ll be a dead man.”

  Blaze aimed a glare at Lux. “What the hell is he doing here?”

  “Who?”

  “My dad’s gay assistant.”

  Mag lifted one brow. “Oh, he’s cute.”

  “Did you not hear me about the gay part? You’re not his type.”

  Lux approached the girls and showed Blaze her present. “Your father insisted you might want this early because he won’t be in town for your birthday.”

  “So, he sent you? You’d think he’d bring it over himself.”

  “He’s engaged in a previous event and jets off to Russia in the morning. That’s why your present is being delivered today.”

  Blaze snatched the envelope. “Thanks, I’ll be right back.” She skipped to the kitchen. Lux followed. She opened the top cabinet and placed it on the top shelf.

  “I believe he wanted you to open it now; so, I could tell him your reaction.”

  “Nope. He won’t get that satisfaction.”

  “One more thing. Your father wanted me to inquire if you ever got your bracelet repaired. I noticed you’re not wearing it.”

  “That’s none of your concern. Tell him I have it tucked away in a secure place. Now, leave or join the party. I don’t care as long as you’re not bothering me or any of my guests.”

  As Lux turned around, he bumped into Morty.

  Morty’s face turned crimson as his blood pressure rose. “This party is over. Turn off that damn music. Now! Everybody out!” Nobody moved; so, he stormed into the living room, yanked the stereo from the shelf and slapped it onto the floor. “Now, everyone out!”

  The party guests scattered like ants. Only Blaze, Jenni, Roth, Lux and Mag remained.

  Blaze got into Morty’s face. “You have no right. Wait until my father hears about this.”

  Mag stepped forward. “He’ll string you up and destroy you. He’s a powerful man.”

  Morty’s eyes glared toward Blaze. “Listen spoily girl. I own this piece of shit. I say who stays and who goes, and I don’t care who your daddy is.”

  Lux glanced toward Blaze. “I’ll take care of this. Sir, shall we go into the hall to discuss the matter at hand?”

  “Better idea. Blaze, you have one week to find another apartment.” Morty stormed out and slammed the door behind him.

  Mag shot the bird toward the door. “He can’t do that to you. You have a lease. I hate that man.”

  Lux stepped forward. “Blaze, I’ll notify your father. I’m sure he’ll have an option for you. Besides, his mansion has twenty-three bedrooms.”

  Roth raised his hand. “I’m looking for a roommate.”

  “Stop it everyone. I’ll be fine. Lorenzo and I want a bigger place, anyway. Anybody for a taco?”

  “Well then, let’s party.” Lux batted his lashes at Roth.

  Where’s Lorenzo? Blaze felt as if her stomach dropped to the floor.

  ***

  Lorenzo, Santiago and Jorge worked fast to grab electronics and various valuable things as they filled their duffle bags.

  Jorge lifted a wad of money. “Look here, five Franklins.”

  “Great find.” Lorenzo rifled through the drawers of the desk. “Keep looking and make it fast.”

  Santiago placed silverware in his duffel bag. “I’m not slow.”

  “We have five minutes before we move out.” Lorenzo searched through the cabinets.

  Jorge headed toward the staircase. “I’ll go to the master bedroom and see if I can find jewelry.” Jorge galloped climbing the stairs.

  Santiago removed a painting off the wall. “This has to be worth a lot of money. I think it’s a Picasso.”

  “Since when do you know a Picasso from a Mozart?”

  “Man, you don’t know nothing. Mozart is an actor.”

  “Put it back. That can’t be easily fenced.”

  “Man, I’m keeping it.”

  Jorge bolted down the stairs. “Let’s fly, I tripped the alarm.”

  Sirens whaled from a distance.

  ***

  Liz parked her red Jaguar in front of the Raymond mansion. The Commissioner, deep in thought, watered the flowers oblivious to her arrival. She stepped from her car as he turned off the water. Her heart raced as she approached. Please God don’t let him recognize me.

  “How can I be of service?”

  “That depends. I believe you have information that will prove beneficial to one of my current clients. I’m Dr. Elizabeth Wright.”

  “Who is your client?” He pretended not to recognize her.

  “Your son, sir.”

  “He knocked you up?”

  “Please, our relationship is strictly professional.”

  “You are aware prostitution is illegal? They put you behind bars.”

  “Commissioner Raymond, I’m a forensic psychologist. I specialize in serial killers.”

  “Now you have my complete attention. Shall we go in?”

  Carol opened the front door. “I didn’t realize we were expecting company.”

  “I apologize for my visit without calling first. I’m Dr. Elizabeth Wright. I came here to discuss confidential matters with your husband.”

  “A call would have been appropriate rather than dropping by unannounced.”

  “No one would give me his number. May I come in? I need information on the Mind’s Eye serial killer.

  “He’s your client?”

  “Not my client. I have extensively studied him.”

  “Carol let’s listen to what the doctor has to say.”

  Mr. Raymond looked puzzled at Liz. “What does the Mind’s Eye serial killer have to do with my son?”

  “I’ll tell you once we’re inside.”

  ***

  “Please, Dr. Wright, take a seat.” Carol sat in her favorite chair by the fireplace as far from her husband’s recliner as possible. He remained standing.

  Liz sat on the sofa. “Thank you, Commissioner. I have reviewed all documents and files on Lettenberg. One thing was missing.”

  “Exactly Dr. Wright, what is that?”

  “His behavior when you captured him. Your report didn’t reveal what he told you or his immediate reaction. Would you mind explaining the events?”

  “I’m confused, how does this help my son?”

  “To be honest, I am trying to help your son cope with Milo Evans’ reaction the moment he captured him. After reviewing hundreds of cases, I determined there’s one commonality between all serial killers. They have no remorse after killing their victims. For a moment, Matthew thought Milo displayed something for Livia, the victim.”

  The commissioner turned red faced. “He told you his bullshit story?”

  “He believes Milo killed his sister. Whatever the reason, I can’t help him until I discover what transpired that day. The truth is out there.”

  “The truth is my son has lost his mind. Don’t believe him about his sister. We didn’t have another child.”

  “Who was the girl Matthew watch
ed Milo kill?”

  “Excuse me.” Carol left the room in tears. “I can’t listen to this.”

  “I’m sorry for having upset you Mrs. Raymond.”

  “Never mind her Dr. Wright. When my son captured that freak, there wasn’t any girl. Not even a blood splatter down the floor drain. CSU was detailed in their search for evidence.”

  “Why does Matthew believe there was?”

  “If you truly want to help my son, next time don’t use the pretext you want to discuss Lettenberg when you're fishing for information on Matthew.”

  “That’s not what this is about. Do you remember his daughter that turned him in? She’s also my client. Because she’s still in witness protection, I can’t divulge her identity. It would help her healing process if I could inform her what transpired when you captured him.”

  The Commissioner took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. “It was the most frightening thing I have ever witnessed in my entire career. The FBI had his house surrounded, helos were in the air buzzing about and S.W.A.T. stood point. I led the charge. When we stormed into his torture chamber, a man, Dennis Wade, was strapped to the table. His brain splattered the entire area. A young girl, Lucy Malone, was chained to a pipe in the corner and gagged. She was only twelve. I’ll never forget how tightly she clung to her bloody doll. Lettenberg lay motionless on the ground with his skull cracked. He moaned; and I ordered him to freeze. He looked at me with his devilish eyes. He told me one thing. ‘I’ll kill again.’ We saved Lucy, but the other two hundred and thirty-six victims weren’t as lucky. His other daughter, Journey Lettenberg, was killed too.”

  “That’s all? I’ll kill again.”

  “Yes, that was it until the ride to the station. He told me to give his daughter a message.”

  “What was the message?”

  “That she had his blood and she would fulfill her destiny.”

  Chills raced through Liz’s spine as she stood to leave. “At least I can tell her he had no remorse. Maybe she can move on with her life. Thank you for your time. I won’t trouble you again.”

  He escorted Liz to the foyer. She noticed a nail hole and a dust ring where a picture once hung. “Excuse me, what picture did you and Mrs. Raymond have hanging there?”

  Mr. Raymond looked puzzled as he raised his eyebrows. “I’m clueless. There never was a picture there.” His tone indicated it was no longer her business.