The complete “A Glimpse into Hell” series - 5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Wyatt thought for a moment. “Someone you went after told on him.”

  “These scumbags might not tell the police shit, but I have a…”

  Wyatt interrupted. “A unique way of getting them to spill the beans.”

  Seth smiled. “You got it.”

  “Is Jack the one you’re planning on talking to?”

  “Bingo.”

  “Where is he at?”

  “He’s supposed to be living south of here in the desert.”

  “You don’t sound too sure?”

  “I’ve not checked for myself, but the information came from a good source.” Seth handed Wyatt a picture. “That’s Jack.”

  He noticed he was red headed, had a round face and a mustache. “He looks like a normal man. He looks to be in his mid-thirties.”

  “That’s his driver’s license picture and it’s about fifteen years old, so he might look a little different now.”

  “So, what’s the game plan?”

  “He’s living in a mobile home way off the beaten path next to a mountain range, so we can’t just drive up unannounced.”

  “Okay, so are you going to try to sneak up to his house?”

  “Can’t do that either—he probably has dogs and there could be other people there. I’m going to have to take him out from a distance.”

  Wyatt laughed. “What are you going to use, a sniper rifle?”

  “If I have to.”

  “I thought you weren’t going to kill him?”

  “I’m not. If we can get close enough I will shoot him with a tranquilizer dart, otherwise I might have to use my .223 or .308.”

  “I didn’t think your tranquilizer pistol could shoot that far.”

  “I have a custom-made dart rifle that’s good up to about a hundred yards, but I don’t know if we’re going to be able to get that close.”

  “What about the .223?”

  “I can shoot a two MOA at three hundred meters.”

  “What about the .308?”

  “About a one MOA at four hundred meters.” Seth turned on a GPS unit that was mounted on the dash.

  Wyatt noticed Seth had left the road and was driving across sandy terrain that was covered with short vegetation. “I hope you know where you’re going. I would hate to get lost out here.”

  Seth pointed to the GPS. “Of course, I know where we’re going.”

  Wyatt noticed it didn’t talk or have arrows indicating which direction to go, but it did have the longitude and latitude and an image of the elevation. “You sure that thing works?”

  “Yes, it’s military grade. See the flashing icon, that’s where we’re heading.”

  About thirty minutes later Seth stopped. “We’re on foot from here.” He put on a pair of night vision goggles, then grabbed a long duffel bag from the bed. “Let’s go.”

  “How far do we have to walk?”

  “Just over the ridge.”

  It was still dark. “What ridge. I can’t see it?”

  “It’s not that far.”

  “I can’t see.”

  “Just follow me.”

  “What if I fall in a hole or something?”

  “You won’t. Come on.”

  Around four hundred yards Seth stopped. “I see the trailer.” Seth opened the bag and pulled out a rifle. He handed Wyatt the night vision. “You can use these.”

  “Oh, thanks, now that we’re here.”

  Seth folded out the tripod legs that were mounted on the bottom of the rifle, then got in the prone position. He looked though a night vision scope, then softly spoke. “The trailer is about two hundred and sixty-five meters away. His truck is there. I don’t see any other vehicles, so he’s probably there alone.”

  Wyatt was looking around. “These are awesome.”

  “You might want to get down—he could be looking at you through a scope.”

  Wyatt laid on his stomach. “No shit?”

  “I doubt it, but better safe than sorry. And try to keep your voice down.”

  Wyatt noticed the rifle. “Where in the hell did you get something like that?”

  “Academy Sports.”

  “Really?”

  “No.”

  “That’s going to be loud; someone might hear it.”

  “It has a silencer.”

  “Is it full auto?”

  Seth laughed. “No, it’s a bolt action.”

  “Is that the .308 or .223?”

  “.223.”

  “Is it better?”

  “They each have their purpose.”

  “Does it shoot further?”

  “No.”

  “Then why you using it?”

  “We’re close enough that this one will work.” Seth would have gotten aggravated at anyone else for asking so many questions during a stake out, but with Wyatt, it was pleasing that he was showing interest.

  “I’m surprised you’re not using the more powerful one.”

  “I don’t want to kill him.”

  “Oh. How long do you think we’re going to have to lay here? The sun will be up soon and I’m not going to lay out here and cook.”

  “I’ve already thought of that.” Seth pulled a game call out of his bag and handed it to Wyatt. “Set it to ‘Coyote’.” Seth looked though the scope. “Go ahead and start blasting it towards the trailer.”

  The sound of a coyote howling echoed out through the terrain. Wyatt looked at Seth through the goggles. “You look like a fucking alien.”

  “Pay attention.”

  “This isn’t going to work.”

  “Give it time.”

  The call caused coyotes to answer. Within a few minutes the area was echoing with howling and barking. Seth softly spoke. “Turn it off—someone is coming out.” He adjusted the scope. “He’s got a rifle.” Wyatt jumped when the gun fired. Seth quickly chambered another round as he laid motionless.

  “Did you…”

  “Shh.”

  Wyatt was trying to look through the goggles. “I can’t…”

  “Be quiet.”

  Wyatt jumped again when the rifle fired. “Are you killing…”

  “Hush.” Seth fired another shot.

  “Are you missing him?”

  “No, I got him in the leg and both arms.”

  Seth was still lying motionless. “What’s going on?”

  “Seeing what he’s going to do.”

  “Well, what is he doing?”

  “He’s trying to drag himself to the trailer.” Seth sat up on his knees. “Give me the goggles.” He put them on, then packed up his rifle. He handed Wyatt a flash light and a two-way radio. “Go back to the truck and wait. When I call you, drive around the mountain and meet me at the trailer.” Seth stood up and shouldered his bag, then took off into the dark. Wyatt was nervous as he followed their footsteps in the sand. As soon as he got to the truck his radio went off. “It’s all clear. Bring the truck to the trailer. And don’t get lost. Just follow the base of the mountain. Over.”

  Wyatt keyed up. “On my way.” He started the truck. He keyed up again. “I almost forgot the over, over.”

  Seth was waiting for him when he pulled up. “Kill the lights.”

  He shut off the truck. “Where’s he at?”

  “In the trailer.” Seth motioned with his hand. “Come in with me.”

  When Wyatt walked in, he noticed a man was tied in a chair next to the kitchen table. Both of his arms and a leg had blood stained bandages. Seth pulled out a chair across from the man. “Wyatt, you can sit here.” Seth laid his hand on Wyatt’s shoulder as he looked at the man. “This is Wyatt Carter. He’s a reporter. Wyatt, that’s Jack Thacker.”

  Wyatt noticed Jack looked pissed.

  Seth leaned against the kitchen cabinets. “Jack, tell Wyatt what you have been up to the last few years.”

  “I ain’t telling him shit!” He glared at Seth. “And you can go fuck yourself!”

  Seth lit a cigarette. “We’re not going to spend all night fuck
ing around, so I’m going to play The Angel of Death card.” He looked at Wyatt. “Tell this asshole who I am.”

  Wyatt wasn’t sure what was going on, but he played along. “You just said it.”

  Jack laughed. “Bullshit!”

  Seth pulled his laptop out of his bag. “I thought this would happen, so I brought you some videos.” He set the laptop in front of Jack. “Sit there for a while and take a gander at that.”

  Wyatt couldn’t see the screen, but he could hear people screaming and pleading for mercy coming from the speaker. Jack had a chicken shit grin at first, thinking it was fake, then he looked at Seth with a disturbed look, then he looked at Wyatt.

  Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. “I told you.”

  Jack looked at the laptop again. “You must have gotten this off the Internet or something.”

  “Seth pointed at it. “Keep watching.”

  Jack was still unsure. “Whatever.” A short time later his facial expression changed to a worried look when he recognized Seth. He looked at Wyatt. “I don’t understand.”

  “Don’t look at me.”

  He turned towards Seth. “Please don’t kill me! I will do whatever you want.”

  Seth passed the video, then opened the refrigerator and grabbed a Mountain Dew. He looked at Wyatt. “Want anything?”

  “I’m good.”

  “Any other time you’re hungry.”

  “I’m okay.”

  Seth sat on the kitchen counter top. “You ready to tell Wyatt what you like to do in your spare time?”

  “Are you going to kill me?”

  “If you tell the truth I’m not going to touch you.”

  He was still kind of upset. “You’ve already shot me.”

  “And if you don’t cooperate I’m going to do things a lot worse.”

  He looked at Wyatt. “Do you want to do a story on me or something?”

  Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

  “What do y’all think I have done?”

  Seth stood next to Jack. “Let’s break the ice for the sake of saving some time. I know that you have been burning down buildings over the last three years. I just want you to admit to what you have done so I can head on down the road.”

  He looked at Seth for a moment. “It’s that simple? If I tell him about it you’re not going to do anything to me?”

  “That’s correct.”

  Jack was worried. “Then why are you here?”

  Seth looked at Wyatt. “Am I being honest with him?”

  “Yes. I’ve been riding with him for a while, and even though he does some real sadistic shit, he doesn’t lie.”

  “Are you doing a story on him?”

  “Yes.”

  He started to feel at ease. “Okay. But when this is over are y’all going to call the cops?”

  Seth patted him on the head. “Nope, don’t worry about that.” He sat back on the counter top.

  Jack looked at Wyatt. “Yeah, I’ve set a few buildings on fire.”

  Wyatt just stared at him. Seth looked at Wyatt. “I want you to question him.”

  “Uh, okay.” He leaned forward and put his arms on the table. “Why would you do that?”

  “I guess for the rush.”

  “Why would that give you a rush?”

  “I don’t know how to explain it. It just does.”

  “You know people get hurt?”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  Wyatt knew he was lying. He had learned a lot from Seth’s stories. “I think you do.”

  “What do you want me to say?”

  “We might know more than you think, and if you don’t start telling the truth I will let Seth cut off your dick.”

  He frowned. “Now hold up! There’s no need in making that kind of threat.”

  “It’s not a threat. Yesterday he forced two rapists to tear off each other’s dick. And that was after they had already done some gruesome shit to each other.”

  He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m sure some people have gotten hurt.”

  “What about killed?”

  “A few.”

  “Why churches?”

  “No particular reason.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “Because they were empty, I guess.”

  “So, at one time you had somewhat of a conscious?”

  “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

  “Why did you start burning down buildings that had people in them?”

  “You know, it is what it is.”

  “That’s bullshit.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe it was for a bigger rush.”

  “Is it really a rush thing or something else going on in your head?”

  “You know, I’m just sick of society.”

  “Now we’re getting somewhere. What has society done to you to make you do such a thing?”

  “It’s unfair to people like me.”

  “And what kind of person are you?”

  “An average Joe. I see how others are born with a silver spoon in their mouth and get everything they want.”

  Wyatt leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “And what do you do for a living?”

  “Uh, stuff.”

  “Like?”

  “Sell a few things here and there.”

  “What about an actual job?”

  “Never been able to find one.”

  “And how old are you?”

  “Will be thirty-nine in a few months.”

  Wyatt looked around the room for a moment. “Whose place is this?”

  “My mom left it to me. She died a few years ago.”

  “Do you get help from the government?”

  “Some.”

  “How much is some?”

  “About six hundred a month.”

  “Who do you think pays for that?”

  “The government.”

  “No, the tax payers do. They’re the same people that you have hurt because you think working class folk are privileged in some way.”

  “I don’t know what to tell you. Like I said, it is what it is.”

  “You just don’t have a clue.”

  “I did what I did, you know. And I would do it again.” He started to get aggravated. “You’re not going to change the way I feel.”

  “I’m not trying to change anything. Let’s move on. So how many buildings have you burned?”

  “Around here, about four or five.”

  Wyatt could tell he was telling the truth, but he had given a misguided answer. “What do you mean around here?”

  “Around this area?”

  “You mean Ruidoso?”

  He looked nervous. “Yeah.”

  “What about in New Mexico?”

  “What about it?”

  “Don’t answer with a question. You know what I meant; how many buildings have you torched in this state?”

  “A few.”

  “How many is that?”

  He didn’t want to answer. “It’s a few.”

  “Look here. The death angel over there has a list of shit you did. If your lies don’t match his list, then a sex change might be in your near future.”

  Seth showed Jack the list, then started another video on the laptop. Jack’s eyes opened wide as he watched a man getting his penis ripped off by a come-along. He looked at Seth. “You’ve made your point.”

  Seth paused the video, then sat back on the counter.

  Jack shrugged his shoulder as he looked at Wyatt. “If you already know, then why you making me tell you?”

  Wyatt looked at Seth as he sat tongue-tied. Seth answered for him. “First off, you don’t have a fucking choice in the matter. Personally, I want you to be difficult so I can get involved.”

  Jack took a deep breath. “Okay, I got it.” He looked at Wyatt. “Probably around thirty-five or so.”

  Wyatt shook his head. “You’ve been a busy bee.” He thought for a moment. “How many people died in tho
se fires?”

  “One or two, I think.”

  Wyatt shook his head. He remembered Seth had told him there were fourteen. “You’re fucking lying.”

  “No, I think it was one or two.”

  Wyatt sat forward. “You murdered seven people in one fire.”

  “That wasn’t in New Mexico.”

  “Where else have you committed arson?”

  “A few other states like Colorado, Arizona and Kansas.”

  Wyatt was being sarcastic as he popped off, “You have a thing against Texas?”

  “No, I burned down a barn there.”

  “Then why didn’t you say Texas when I asked where you had committed arson?”

  “I thought you were asking where I burned a lot of stuff.”

  “Where in the hell did you come up with that?”

  “There’s been a few more places, I reckon. While I was living with my girlfriend in Minnesota, I did set a few things on fire in Iowa, South Dakota and Nebraska.”

  Wyatt was aggravated. He was protective of his home state. “That’s bullshit! I’m from North Dakota. People in those states are decent and haven’t done anything to you. Why would you do something like that?”

  “It wasn’t personal. I just happened to be going through this podunk town and decided to put this old raggedy-ass house out of its misery.”

  “Why would someone like you be in South Dakota?”

  “What do you mean someone like me?”

  “A fucking scumbag.”

  “You can go fuck…” Jack changed what he was going to say when Seth stood up. “Uh… I was camping with my girlfriend and her parents at this lake.”

  “So, camping wasn’t exciting enough for you?”

  “Wasn’t like that. When everyone was sleep, me and my girl went for a ride. When I saw this old house on the outskirts of town, I decided… You know, it was a spur of the moment thing to impress my girl.”

  “She knew?”

  “Of course.”

  “Why didn’t she turn you in?”

  “She’s cool.”

  Wyatt was frustrated. “What a catch. You two fuckers still together?”

  “Naw, I dropped her like a bad habit.”

  “I’m so glad there’s not fuckheads like y’all in my state. What else did you torch while you were in South Dakota?”

  “That was it.”

  “Good. Stay the fuck out of the Heartland.”

  He laughed sarcastically. “Wasn’t planning on going back—the people of that town were assholes.”