A few minutes later, we were ready to make our entrance when a fleet of six police cars pulled up, surrounded the building and cops rushed into the doorway with guns drawn. I didn’t know what was going on until Steve was marched out surrounded by police and then it came to me. The idiot had made contact with a fence that was really an undercover policeman and he was now in custody for the jewelry robbery. That did not bode well for me because once they connect him to other similar heists it was only a matter of time before he named me as his accomplice. I had no doubt that he would rat me out as soon as an offer was made to reduce his sentence or keep him off death row. Not only did that bastard steal what was mine but now he could help to put me away forever and there wasn’t much I could do about it. Bart and I crouched down in the car so we couldn’t be seen until the hullabaloo was over and then we headed back to my place to think of some solutions to this major problem. I suppose that taking the money in my stash and leaving town was an option but a decision had to be made quickly since there was no predicting how long it would be before Steve blabbed. Bart didn’t know what to make of all this and wanted to leave but before he could, there was a loud knock on the door and the words “police, open up”. I couldn’t believe that Steve had talked so quickly and cops were here to arrest me. I opened the door and two policemen were standing in the doorway wanting to know my name and if someone named Laura had been here with me. When I said yes, they placed me under arrest and put me in their car. They questioned Bart for a few minutes but since he had not been named in the arrest warrant, left him at the apartment.
I was taken to the county jail and booked on an attempted rape and assault charge before being lodged overnight in a cell. Once I appeared before a judge in the morning, it was possible to be released on my own recognizance or at least to pay for a bail bondsman. I thought of calling my mother and having her use my stash for bail but discounted that idea and decided that Bart was the logical choice. There was nothing I could do until the morning anyway and the best thing to do right now was try to get some sleep to keep my strength up. The next morning I was taken before a judge for arraignment who chastised me for striking a woman before setting a stiff bail of fifty thousand dollars. I was allowed my one phone call and luckily, caught Bart at home so he could find the money in my closet and bail me out. All I had to do now was wait for him to take care of the matter, get out of jail, and use what money was left to get out of town. That was easier said than done because two hours later, detectives came to my cell and placed me under arrest for murder and robbery based on what I assumed Steve had told them. Somehow, they found out that I was in custody which they could have learned from someone in the apartment building who saw me placed in a police car. Finding me was simply a matter of checking the bookings at the nearest police stations and determining where I was located.
Police had searched my apartment and found the cash and the gun. Once the cops figured out what was what, I would be charged, tried and convicted. While in jail, a District Attorney came to see me. She stated that if I was convicted of murder in the first degree, than the death penalty would be an option that the authorities could use as leverage unless I disclosed all the crimes committed and who my accomplices were. If I cooperated, they would recommend life without parole. Some choices I thought! I wasn’t going to die for an accomplice so I gave them Bart and right now he’s doing a life term in a different joint. I wouldn’t want to be in the same place he is. All the intricate plans I had concocted and successfully executed went for naught because of slapping a bitch that deserved it. Of course, I couldn’t forget Steve’s input and hoped someday to settle with that double crossing rat. Most of what happened after my arrest is a blur in my mind. The trial was short, I pled guilty to all the charges against me and the judge sentenced me to a term recommended by the district attorney. My mother did show up for the trial but she never tried to meet with me or say anything relevant. Now I’m stuck here forever and as stated in the beginning of my story, everything that I did was not as bad as the news made it out to be. All the people I killed had no one to blame but themselves and any remorse for them is out of the question. I believe that many people do far worse crimes but escape punishment and now it looks like the outside world will never be known to me again except as it appears on the television. I’m going to miss having women and will have to think of some other way to express my sexuality but how remains to be seen. I’m only twenty two and have a lot of years to think about changes in my life. I don’t want to feel sorry for my predicament but at the moment, life does seem rather gloomy and useless. If I had to do it over again, the same script would be used although the ending would turn out to be quite different. A lot more people should have been taken out by me and if I get another chance at them, the world will then be a far better place to live. I like to think that the opportunity will surface after some lengthy period but it’s not a big deal to me, I got plenty of time to kill.
Table of Contents
I, Psychopath
Copyright © 2008 by Stephen M. Kahn, Ph.D.
Contents
I, PSYCHOPATH
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
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