by Willow Rose
"Sounds like enough for me," he said and took the exit towards Hellerup. We speeded to the extent that Sune would lose his driver's license for life if he were caught. But he didn't and soon we parked the car in front of the house. I was sweating. I suddenly doubted that we knew what we were doing. How were we supposed to do this?
Sune took out a baseball-bat from the trunk of his car and swung it over his shoulder. Then he grabbed my hand and held it for just a second while we walked towards the white villa. He smiled comforting and that really helped.
No one answered when we rang the doorbell. My heart was racing. Had we come too late? The sound of turmoil came from an opened window upstairs. I looked up. Someone was struggling, fighting.
"They’re up there," I said and pointed toward the window.
Sune pulled the handle. "It's not locked," he said and pushed the door open. We hurried inside and ran up the stairs. There was a scream, a bump and then silence.
We ran from room to room and found them in the bathroom. Christian was bent over Dr. Irene Hoeg's lifeless body on the floor. He had dropped the wig that was lying on the tiles next to him. Irene Hoeg had closed eyes; her head was bleeding from the back. Christian had the scalpel in his hand, ready to cut when I entered through the open door.
"Stop!" I yelled. "Victoria, stop!"
Christian turned and looked at me. The make-up was smeared all over his face. His eyes wore that cruelty in them that they had the last time I had seen him when he was about to make me his next victim.
When he saw me, he smiled. Then he giggled. "Come any closer and I'll cut her main artery."
I froze. Sune was right behind me. I raised my hand to hold him back. "Is she still alive? he asked.
"I don't know," I answered. My heart was pounding in my chest. There was blood on the floor next to her head, but it looked like she was breathing.
"You both came right in time for the good part," Christian said. "The final act." He stared at Irene Hoeg. Then he stroked her forehead and removed a lock of hair that had fallen down.
"The doctor hurt her head a little bit so she won't be attending the procedure, but I think we can go ahead and do it anyway," he said. "I thought about waiting till she woke up so she could see for herself how it is done, but you kind of ruined that."
"Is it important to you that she is awake?" I asked.
He turned and stared at me. "I prefer it that way. It makes it more fun."
"Did you wake up your parents just before you killed them as well?" I asked.
Christian nodded. "I did it for him, you know. Well for both of us, but mostly for him. He was hurting. I wasn't sure he would be able to survive it."
"You mean your brother, Christian?" I asked.
Christian smiled. "Of course. Who else? He was my only concern. See as I told you he was the weak one. I was strong I could take almost everything without letting it get to me. That was just who I was, but not Christian. He couldn't take the constant abuse."
"Did your parents abuse you?" I asked. "Was that why you killed them?"
Christian looked at me with menace in his eyes. It startled me. I felt Sune's hand on my shoulder.
"It wasn't only them," he said with distant voice. "It was all of their friends even acquaintances, anyone who was willing to pay what they asked. Every day it was someone new, every day new hands, new bodies, wrinkled bodies, old penises, hands touching us all over our bodies, pulling us, holding us down, penetrating us, forcing their sex in our mouths. Every single day of our lives. What really truly hurt was they didn't even charge them much for it." He paused and looked away. "I had to protect him. He wasn't able to do it himself. I had it all planned out and I needed him to help, but he backed out. Said he couldn't do it. I didn't understand after all they had done to us? How could he want to protect them? How come he didn't lust for revenge? How come he didn't want for them to suffer like we had? So I did it myself. I took the blame. Told them Christian had nothing to do with it. At least that way he would get his own life, he would be free to live. I told him to never visit, but he kept coming. He was a good boy, still is. I was the one who ruined everything for him."
"How?"
"I asked him to kill me. After the lobotomy I was nothing but a vegetable. I could hardly move. I sat in a wheelchair every day for years doing nothing but drooling. I hated it; I loathed myself and my helplessness. I was already dead. So when he came to visit I asked him to kill me. I begged him. Slowly over the years I took over his mind and showed him how to do it. I persuaded him like I convinced him to revenge what they had done to me. It is all my doing. Christian could never do it alone." He paused and sighed. "Now I would like to finish what I have begun."
"I can't let you do that," I said.
"Try and stop me," he said. "If you move I'll kill her."
It happened so fast I hardly noticed it. I felt Sune's hand push me backwards, and then from the corner of my eye I saw him swing the baseball-bat in the air and hit Christian in the face so hard he flew across the bathroom and landed on the tiles.
"Wow," I exclaimed. "Where did that come from?"
"I figured that if we moved he would kill her but if we didn't he would still kill her so we had nothing to lose."
I stared at Christian who lay still on the tiles. Blood was coming from where the baseball-bat had hit him. His eyes were closed but he was breathing. I exhaled. In the distance I heard sirens wailing.
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We stayed and made our statements to the police and several hours later we were in the car on our way back to Karrebaeksminde. Neither of us spoke much since we had spent the last hours explaining and talking to police officers. Explaining the entire case and the chain of events to them. Now we felt exhausted and all we wanted was to go home to our children. My dad had picked both of the kids up from school and brought them back to his house where they were now sound asleep on the couch as we entered the house. We carried them upstairs and put them in Julie's room. Then we walked down to the kitchen. Dad said goodnight and I found a bottle of wine that I opened and poured some into two glasses.
I lifted my glass and looked into Sune's eyes.
"Thank you," I said.
"Thank yourself. You solved the case."
"Couldn't have done it alone," I said and drank.
"True," he said.
I found my cell phone and called a number.
"This better be good, Franck," Jens-Ole said. "I just made popcorn and started the movie."
"I think you'll see that this is worth losing a few minutes of your movie for."
He paused. Sune smiled. "I'm listening."
"I have two stories for you. First one is that they have caught the lobotomy killer. The second is linked to the first story. You better sit down for it."
"I'm perfectly fine where I am," he said. "Bring it on."
I told Jens-Ole everything. All about Lundegaarden, the Prime Minister, Dr. Irene Hoeg, the lobotomy killer's connection and Mogens Holst. When I was done, he went quiet.
"You were right," he said. "I had to sit down while you were talking." Then he paused again. "Why the hell haven't I heard anything about this story until now?" He said.
"Well you told me it wasn't worth looking into as far as I recall. ‘A waste of time,’ I think you called it," I said.
"Well I guess I was wrong," he said. "Do you realize what this means? This could overthrow the government!"
"I know. So what do you say?"
"I say write this thing, write till your fingers bleed. But take your time. This needs to be well documented and well-researched. No one should be able to put a finger on this story afterwards and tell us we didn't do our job well enough. Cause they will try. Be certain of that. They will try to discredit you and your work. Don't give them the possibility to do that. First write the story about the lobotomy killer. Then we will run the next story big time in the coming days, even better weeks. Let's overthrow that government!"
"Let's do that. Now get back to your mo
vie," I said and hung up.
I sighed with relief. Sune stared at me. "Are you sure about this?" He asked. "It was quite a scare you had the other day with Julie. What if they try something again?"
I exhaled and drank. Then I put my glass on the table. "I think I would be more scared if I chose not to do this," I said. "Scared of who I was becoming and where this country was going."
Our eyes locked. I felt a thrill inside from being with him again like this. Then I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He pushed me away.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No."
His eyes looked disappointed. I leaned over and grabbed his shirt. I pulled him close. So close our lips almost touched. I felt his breath on my face.
"But I am sure I want to do it anyway," I said.
Then we kissed again.
THE END
This book is the second in the Rebekka Frank Series.
Get the third in the series here:
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Currently Willow Rose is working on the Paranormal/Suspence Novel: I AM WOLF.
It is expected to be published by February 2013.
About the Author:
Willow Rose writes YA Paranormal Romance, suspense/horror and fantasy. Originally from Denmark she now lives on Florida’s Space Coast with her husband and two daughters. She is a huge fan of Anne Rice and Isabel Allende. When she is not writing or reading she enjoys watching the dolphins play in the waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
Other books by the author:
- One, Two ... He is coming for you (Rebekka Frank #1) http://www.amazon.com/One, two ...
- Five, Six ... Grab your Crucifix (Rebekka Frank #3) http://www.amazon.com/Five, Six ...
- The eye of the Crystal ball http://www.amazon.com/The Eye of the Crystal Ball
- Beyond - Afterlife #1 http://www.amazon.com/Beyond
- Serenity - Afterlife #2 http://www.amazon.com/Serenity
- Endurance - Afterlife #3 http://www.amazon.com/Endurance
- Savage - Daughters of the Jaguar #1 http://www.amazon.com/Savage
- Broken - Daughters of the Jaguar #2 http://www.amazon.com/Broken
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
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