Double Seduction 5Posted: March 4, 2016
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth, go here. The fifth installment is below.
Chapter 5 – Recon
David dropped himself into the Taurus after work. As he was about to turn the key, his phone rang. He looked down to see “Mom” on the ID.
“Damn.” He picked up. “Hi, Mom,” he said, monotonously.
“How’s my big man today?”
“Fine. Just got in the car.” Staccato words.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Are you taking good care of my baby? That’s a great car, you know. I hope you appreciate it. I could’ve traded it in, instead of giving to you.” She had “gifted” him the 2002 maroon Taurus in 2011 when it had been reduced from its initial luster to a leaky, beat up, faded-pink hulk. She never failed to remind him of his indebtedness to her.
“Where are you off to? Home?” she asked.
“Gonna go see a friend,” David said, through clenched teeth. God, this woman could try the patience of Job.
“Oh, well, good. I’m glad you’re finally making friends. I don’t suppose it’s a girl, is it?” she asked, hopefully.
“Mom,” he growled.
“I so wanted you to give me grandchildren…” she persisted. “But I guess it’s too late to hope for that now…” her voice trailed off.
David was boiling. “I have to go, Mom,” he snapped. Without waiting for a goodbye, he disconnected.
David took a deep breath to calm him and started the car, which surprisingly came to life without hesitation. He was on a mission. He was going to Mel’s.
As he drove, his mind went through the possibilities. Would he catch a glimpse of her? What did she wear to work? Was she a dress and heels kind of woman? He hoped so. He had thought about her long, athletic legs often.
It took him just 18 minutes to get to the Colonial on Bryn Mawr. It was easy to find: “River’s Chiropractic” said the sign. He drove by slowly. Mel wasn’t in sight. Damn.
“This could work,” David thought. Lots of space between the houses, big trees could make a covert approach simple. The lawn sign said “ADT Security.” That could be a problem. He wondered how to overcome that obstacle.
“She probably uses the last four digits of either her phone number or social security.” He smugly smiled to himself. “I can get those. Or I can do it someplace else.” He didn’t yet have the plan in place to kill her, he was weighing his options.
David returned to his apartment, grabbed the first beer of his daily six and navigated to Mel’s blog. She hadn’t returned his email yet and he needed to prod her. He found her latest – “Writing Three Dimensional Characters” – and moved to the comments. He didn’t bother to read it, she always wrote these silly “How to Write” posts as if she were Vonnegut or something.
“Great post! This will really help me to create better characters. Thank you for creating it and sharing your expertise…and I believe you owe me an email…”
He knew that would get a reply.
He had to think. How would the next stage go? She would email him. They flirted, almost openly, on the blogs and it would be more intense in private. “Just between the two of us.” They would exchange “real” names, phone numbers. “And pictures,” mused David aloud. “I wonder how hard it will be to get her to take her clothes off?”
Pictures of David would be a problem. He’d have to get candid “real looking” pics of someone else. He could use someone who had died, who had no Facebook, no current online presence. He searched for obituaries of 40-something men who had died at least 5 years ago.
This one looked promising “Doug Hawkins”. Motorcycle accident. Numerous pictures of just him – even one riding his motorcycle. David chuckled over the irony. Doug had been tall, fit, full head of dark hair. Strong jaw and chin. Yeah, Mel would find him attractive. David saved the pictures to his computer for future use, then did a reverse image search for them. Nothing on Google. Mel would never find them.
He needed a name. Why not pick a serial killer? Mel already had his first, so he just needed to pick a last. Bundy? Gacey? Too obvious. Raider? No, David didn’t want to be associated with the cross dressing weirdo. Ridgway. That’s it. Over 40 kills. Add an “e” to make it more common. David Ridgeway. He chuckled again at his brilliance.
Now a phone number. One that would allow them to text, to talk, but not in any way tied to David. He couldn’t have people finding him once “something” happened to Mel. He turned on his VPN and set up a new gmail account, then a google voice account. He chose the area code for Allentown – he wanted her to think he lived far enough away she wouldn’t try to show up unannounced.
They would meet, eventually, but only once. By then all his fictions wouldn’t matter.
Savannah was a problem. Mel might be smitten, but she believed David was in a relationship. Mel wasn’t the kind of girl who fooled around. Or she would say she wasn’t. “They’re all sluts deep down” thought David. He used the idea to shield his ego from the truth: He never had a woman in his life, at least one he didn’t rent.
He decided Savannah had to go. He created a post, titled “Heartbreak”.
The phone call was devastating. He hadn’t seen it coming.
“I’ve met someone else. I’m so sorry.”
She returned his heart, slightly damaged and not in the original packaging, and like a beautiful moment, she was gone. He cried. He yelled. But no one cared, no one heard. He was alone, once again.
He tagged it “Savannah” like all the other posts about her, then turned off comments. If Mel wanted to ask him about it, she would have to do it by email.
He knew she would.