by JN Lenz
Clyde was nowhere to be seen, not that he was intimidated by anyone in the house, truth is he could have kicked the shit out of a few of them even back then. As I made my way over to Finny I began to drown out her shrill rampage by telling her she was a stupid fucking bitch and to shut her cock sucker mouth. That was the last thing I remember about that night until later on when a group of us were making our way back across town in their fathers car, I was in the back seat. Someone had sucker punched me earlier and knocked my drunken ass out. Had Clyde still have been at the party he would have kicked their ass, but he was long gone by then.
Finny would be the last girl that Clyde would have as a girlfriend, period. That nights experience scared him off every other girl in High School, not that too many of them would have given him the chance after that night. I had explained what had really happened to Clyde years earlier to a couple of the cooler girls in the school so there still was a group that were good friends to him, they were not scared of some imaginary STD which Finny had accused him of having. Thankfully it was twenty years before Face book and the like or the world would have likely have seen a picture of Clyde’s cock as well.
After that evening none of the girls in the town of Parson’s seemed too interested in the good looking Clyde, they still feared the worse in what hung between his legs. It was not until after those years in high school that Clyde would encounter his first sexual experience, taking place with a prostitute. That first encounter of sex happened by accident for Clyde.
Clyde would not lose his virginity until he was in his twenties during a visit to Toronto when the two of us went to the city for a buddies stag. The stag consisted of spending the first half of the night in a strip club followed by an encore presentation by two of the strippers back at a large suite the best man had rented for the weekend. One of the strippers was a black dancer, with a short tight afro and large breasts. She must have taken a liking to the rugged Clyde; she offered and provided more lap dances to him than any of us.
She would eventually coerce him into one of the two bedrooms in the suite, delivering Clyde with his first experience in sex. By offering Clyde a dark blue condom before they had sex, she had shown him that he could conceal his deformed penis end behind the dark colored prophylactic to avoid being humiliated. Like the Zorro of penises he joked to me after telling me about his first at bat, unlike with a personal relationship Clyde could keep his deformed penis hidden from view from the prostitutes.
This would be the first of what would become the primary sexual relationships Clyde would have with women in future years. As our business and wealth grew, so to would the quality of the women that Clyde would seek out in procuring their sexual services. Within months of moving to Toronto after the purchase of the Avery Funeral Home, Clyde would utilize the services of some of the highest caliber whore services the city could offer. Agency two eighty six had quickly become the main source of Clyde’s engagements; he had spent time with a number of their escorts. There would be a few of these girls including Chloe which had become his favorites. Clyde would call for the services of these particular ladies several times each month.
On this latest visit by Chloe, Clyde had noticed when she arrived at his front door that evening the presence of more make up than he cared for. Clyde had informed the handful of regulars that he requested from Agency two eighty six that he was not a big fan of excessive make up and would prefer they kept it to a minimum whenever he requested their services. After settling in on one of the living room couches and Clyde had poured Chloe her first glass of wine he made mention of the makeup, telling her in a polite fashion that it was not necessary for her to use make up when she came to visit him.
“If you want you can go wash it off, you are beautiful enough without any of that” Clyde would add as he sat closely by her side on the large leather sofa, reaching out and touching the side of her face softly as he spoke. Chloe winced as Clyde lightly touched his out stretched fingers against the side of her cheek.
“Maybe I’ll just leave the make up on if that is alright with you “Chloe replied to Clyde as she tilted her head away from his out stretched hand.
“Is there something you don’t want me to see” Clyde questioned, he had grown very fond of Chloe as much for the company he provided her as the services she was there to provide.
Chloe also felt enough of an attachment to Clyde to open up about her personal affairs, this was something she resisted doing with any of her clients but here and now she had decided to give him an honest response to his concerns. Starting off in a low soft speech, Chloe would go on to explain the circumstances around a beating she would receive at the hands of the agencies enforcer. Her eyes quickly began to well as she detailed the events that had transpired the week prior to this evening. With tears that began to run the mascara from around her eyes into long streams of black down each side of her face, Chloe chronicled the actions that led to her beating at the hands of the Agencies tough guy “Benny”, a large black man of considerable strength.
The beating was the result of Chloe taking reservations from a regular patron of hers on her own, circumventing the Agency completely. Since the Agency takes a forty percent cut of all monies charged for the services provided by their girls they, had a very negative view on any of their girls out sourcing and stealing their share of the revenue.
How the Agency had discovered Chloe’s indiscretion Benny would not say, he simply told her the Agency had a zero tolerance in its girls booking their own engagements. This he would tell her before slapping her repeatedly and throwing the small framed girl around the back room of the Agencies offices. Benny would force Chloe to proclaim she would never again deceive the Agency; another transgression of this nature by her would result in a more severe beating he would promise the broken girl as she sat crumpled on the Agencies backroom floor.
The attack from Benny had resulted in Chloe spending the next few days in bed, to dizzy to stand for more than a handful of minutes. This meeting Clyde had arranged with Chloe had been her first since the beating. The Agency had been refuting any customer requests for her over the past week. After explaining the story to Clyde in his farm house, Chloe would collapse into his arms still weak from the beating she had endured at the hands of “Big Benny”. The tears continued to stream down her face which was now firmly imbedded into Clyde’s shoulder he would write, as the two of them held each other on the large leather sofa.
Clyde would eventually comfort the young girl enough to stop the crying, he would lead her to the washroom and help her to wipe her face of the running mascara. After cleaning the make up completely from Chloe’s face, Clyde could clearly see the fading bruises from the beating. The two would spend the remainder of the evening talking, eating and drinking.
There would be no sex that evening. Chloe had repeatedly expressed that she was fine to Clyde and that she was fine to carry on like any normal evening out, but he refused to have sex with Chloe that night. Instead they talked and even laughed well into the night. Clyde would make up the bed in his second bedroom and tuck the sleepy escort into the bed, covering her in a thick duvet before giving her a soft kiss on the for head. Clyde would leave her alone in the bedroom, turning the light off on his way to his own room.
Clyde would make Chloe breakfast the next morning before seeing her off. There would be several more occasions after that night that Clyde would request her services, only to spend the time in deep conversation over a meal and a few drinks. Clyde would not sleep with Chloe for the following few encounters, wanting instead to extract all the information on the agency and Benny in particular. Through all the lengthily conversations the pair would have over the next few weeks, Clyde would make no mention to Chloe of his plans to revenge her beating. Clyde would mask ways to probe Chloe on details of the way the Agency operated, this to help in his planning of Big Benny’s murder.
The file detailed how Clyde would soon discover after his first sighting of the man Chloe referred to as �
�Big Benny’ was indeed big. The large black man stood close to six foot six and weighed in the three hundred pound range by Clyde’s estimation. It must have made him feel tough beating the shit out of a five foot four, hundred pound girl wrote Clyde. He would watch the large enforcer enter and leave the front door of the Agency several times on that first day he tracked the man, Clyde sat across the street in a rented van surveying the large man.
By the second visit to the Agency to observe Benny, Clyde was able to follow him back to his apartment after the end of Benny’s shift. Turned out Benny lived on his own in a poorly kept apartment building, the structure rose fourteen stories above the filth and squalor of the streets. The majority of the area consisted of subsidized government housing and light industry plazas, at night the empty business lots filled with the scum of the city to shoot up or take part in some form of illegal activity. The non-descript building in which Big Benny lived had a underground parking lot, there would be no other way Benny could keep his BMW in a neighborhood as bad as this without getting destroyed . Not that the BMW he drove was new or particularly valuable but here late at night it would have been stripped bare in no time.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Clyde would watch as the lights of Benny’s BMW disappeared behind the slowly closing garage door of the underground lot closed, after that first night of following Benny home. Clyde would not bother to stay after the door closed on the garage. Clyde now knew where Benny lived, step one was complete. Benny’s last known address before his death was listed here in the file that detailed his murder.
There would be a number of entries in that fortieth file on Benny, referencing the multiple return trips Clyde would make to the same building in the slums of the city. Benny ventured from the apartment building very seldom after returning home from work late each evening. Finding few opportunities to get close access to big Benny, Clyde reverted from watching him at night to watching the apartment in the morning and early noon before Benny went to work at the Agency around two PM. Clyde would park close to the entrance of Benny’s building, renting a variety of vehicles from small cars to utility vans when watching Benny. This would be to avoid the chance of detection by the black behemoth. Clyde made note earlier in the file that he continued to use the same identity that he had used for the last five murders for everything associated with the killing of Benny.
The identity was that of one Troy Lemon, Clyde had been using his twenty seventh murder victim and his tenth killing of a homeless man. After reading the name for the first time I had quickly scanned back thru the files to find the number of the murder, all of the files which chronicled the details of the homeless men’s deaths were substantially thinner than those of all of Clyde’s other murders.
Most of the files contained dozens of sheets, chocked with details listed in chronological order including the days and weeks of planning all meticulously laid out along with the step by step events of each murder. The homeless files each consisted of a single page file, after Clyde’s original plan of offering hot meals to the cities vagrants went so well initially, he continued to harvest the homeless as required using the same basic plan.
From what I could see in the last couple of file boxes, Clyde had not killed a homeless man for the past sixteen years. The file number thirty six would be the last vagrant listed on a single sheet file that I could see. Those murders would happen quickly for Clyde, as there were no surveillance requirements when Clyde would go out to pick up a bum from the street. There was a note in a pair of files how he had been spooked off by the presence of a cop or maybe a vagrant that once inside the van would become violent before he could get them to consume the hot and deadly stew. This forced Clyde to drag them back out into the street forcibly from the rear of the van.
Troy had such a file, a simple half a page detailed the last minutes of his disappointing life. Clyde would make note of how very cold Troy had been that night, shivering away in the back of the van. Clyde restricted his murders to the coldest nights of the year, when any homeless person was more than glad to sit in a warm vehicle and consume some hot stew.
Troy’s hands were so cold they could barely remove the worn pieces of identification from the inside breast coat pocket to show Clyde on that last night of his life. Clyde made note of the bums name on a ledger then he thanked the homeless man and told him he could put the identification back in his pocket, reaching to the seat beside him he placed a large ladle full of stew into a bowl and handed it back to Troy.
The vagrant would be lying dead on the floor in less than fifteen minutes. Within two hours Troy Lemon had been stripped of his identification and had been turned to ash. He would become the second of Clyde’s victims to be burned here in the then new underground bunker; the first six had been incinerated at the Avery Funeral Home which housed our first facility with the crematorium in house.
Troy had been living a very active lifestyle in the past couple of years of his new life, after regaining his driver’s license he started renting cars and hotel rooms. There would even be the purchase of pair guns, since he had no criminal record to prevent him from doing so. The more I read I realized Clyde had spent nearly as much time over that couple of years being Troy Lemon as he did living as Clyde Drexler.
It was not long before Troy would find a pattern in Benny’s morning habits and routine, Benny had a penchant for driving his BMW far out onto the twisty county roads that surrounded the city. These drives normally taking place after the influx of incoming morning traffic had showed, leaving his building sometime after ten AM. Clyde, who was now Troy, would follow Benny from a distance as he wound his way down the country roads. Benny stuck to a similar route on each of the four times Clyde was to follow him out of the city; it would be out here in the sparsely populated and seldom used roads that Clyde would confront Benny.
The day Clyde would confront “Big Benny” he would rent a dark Crown Victoria sedan from one of the local rental agencies, of course he used the identification of Troy Lemon for the rental. Troy would confront Benny that day as an officer of the law, wearing a uniform Clyde had purchased years ago at a costume store in the heart of the city. Parking the dark blue sedan at the base of a long hill, Clyde would hide the sedan behind a series of bushes. The location still provided a clear view of the approaching vehicles descending the long downhill grade.
He had purchased a red flashing light which ran off four double D batteries, Clyde would lodge the light onto the dash, shinning the red flashing light though the windshield of the rental car. Constable Troy Lemon had his dark blue sedan in place by ten AM, by ten forty five he could see Benny’s BMW approaching. Starting the Crown Victoria’s engine, Constable Lemon waited as the BMW passed directly in front of his parked rental, you could not miss the massive frame of Benny stopping all the light from the front side of the car.
Clyde turned on the red flashing light; pulling onto the road he depressed the gas pedal to the floor in pursuit of Benny’s BMW. Seeing the red flashing light in his rear view mirror Benny brought the BMW to the side shoulder of the road and stopped. Removing himself from the car Constable Lemon placed the replica Police hat on his head and began to walk towards the driver side door, Benny had already opened his window in anticipation of the oncoming officer.
“License and registration, going a little fast for a posted eighty isn’t you? In a big hurry to be somewhere?”
Clyde spoke in a firm tone as he stared from behind the mirror glasses he was wearing down at the large fat face that almost filled the entire open window of the small BMW. Staring back up at Clyde, Benny made note of the name tag on the shirt of the Police uniform and replied
“Sorry officer Lemon, I must have been day dreaming and did not notice that my speed was climbing”. Benny made no effort to provide his license or registration as officer Lemon had requested, again he repeated
“I’m going to need to see your driver’s license and registration sir”,
Benny turned his large fat face
from the opening of the window and turned to search in the passenger side glove box officer Lemon removed the stun gun he had on his side holster placed it directly against the fat man’s neck and pulled back on the guns trigger.
Instantly Benny entire body began to shake, the excess fat vibrated like a bowl of jiggling jello. Officer Lemon tugged on the driver’s side door handle and swung the door wide open, the seat belt remained latched keeping Benny securely lodged in the seat of the car. Still holding the stun gun firmly into the side of the fat man’s neck in the event another jolt would be required, Clyde reached across the Benny’s arms and stomach release the seat belt.
Pulling himself back out of the front of the car, officer Lemon pulled a baton from the left hand side of his belt, placing the gun back in his belts holster. The large fat man sat there motionless for a moment trying to recover from the surge of electricity that had been surging through his body.
Officer Lemon would notice that Benny was now drenched in sweat as he sat there motionless. Grabbing the sweat soaked shirt of the fat heavy breathing man, officer Lemon pulled Benny towards him and clocked him three sharp strikes to the top of his head. The heavy weight began to tip Benny out of the seat of the BMW; Constable Lemon would push the unconscious Benny back into the car before returning to the Crown Victoria rental. The Ford would be backed up to the driver’s door of the BMW and with much effort constable Lemon would load the three hundred pound man into the truck of the rental car.
Clyde had feared he would be unable to lift the fat bastard up off the ground and into the Crown Victoria if he pulled him directly out of the BMW, so he wisely kept Benny from falling out of the driver’s seat. It was all he could do to pull the fat prick from the seat of the BMW and into the large truck of the full size Ford. As with the majority of the files I had read, everything somehow worked out plan for Clyde. For this murder as in several others, there would be no one to stand in the way of officer Lemon in executing the well laid out plan to kill Benny.