Page 6 of Jezebel's Liberation

“Enough,” I snap. “We’re here to do a job, not talk about my lack of sex or dates.”

Loki whistles. “Damn boss, how long’s it been?”

“Too long,” Diabla teases. “She’s bitchy today.”

“I’m not bitchy,” I protest. “I just want to nail this fucker. He’s been off the grid way too long. Who knows how many other lives he’s destroyed?”

This finally gets their attention, and you can hear the echo of fingers pounding on their keyboards through my speakers.

“Loki, I looked over what you sent,” I say. “Break it down for the rest of the group.”

“Ted McCormick, aka Ian Hunt, Louis Bond, or his latest alias, Cormick Dayes, used his credit card in Phoenix earlier today at a gas station,” she explains. “The shitstain is usually smarter than that, using cash all the time, hence why I couldn’t find him digitally. I still can’t find a bank account, only the credit card, and so far, only thisonecharge has been made. It’s the only card he has on file for all his identities. I pulled up footage from the gas station to verify it’s him. Sending that to everyone now.”

A few clicks later, and simultaneously, I hear the familiar ping float through the speakers alerting us all that the video was sent, and that’s followed by another ping.

“I found a home Ted purchased under his mother’s maiden name, Dayes,”

Phantom announces. “And guess what, ladies… It’s also in Phoenix. You should have a copy now.”

“Got it,” we all say in unison.

Phantom is good, but I’m better.

My team doesn’t know how far I’ve gone and am willing to go to wipe this despicable piece of trash off the face of the Earth. Nor do they know that I also found good ol’ Ted a month ago. I’m pretty sure they’d want nothing to do with me if they knew I bugged his ‘secret hideaway’ and set up cameras inside andout. I don’t suspect he’s taking victims back to his permanent residence since he has this little hideaway of horrors at his disposal.

Our job is to destroy our targets virtually andanonymously, having their crimes reported to the proper authorities. However, when the filth is this close to home for me, I take matters into my own hands and, just like my brother’s club, I rid the world of those sinners.

Only the worst of the worst make my list. I’m selective, not stupid. Even the smartest sinners get caught if they’re not careful. My plan was to kill Ted and call in a home robbery where he’d be slaughtered by said burglars. Then I’d release his secrets to the authorities so his victims can finally get the help and closure they need and deserve.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, my hired team, the Hellfire Hackers, found his trail before I could make my move. This changes my plans, but it’s still doable. I’ll have to make some adjustments, is all.

“Any other properties?” I inquire, knowing full well they haven’t come across it.

Ted’s getting better at covering his tracks, and I know I got lucky when I stumbled upon this place. He purchased a beat-up trailer on the outskirts of the city. My tenacity paid off because I built a program that inputs all of his known aliases, and any combinations of the names, alerting me whenever they’re used. Even though he paid cash, he still has to pay property tax, which must be filed with the county, since the home sits on three acres of land. Dumbass did exactly what I was hoping he would and combined a couple of his names which sounded the alarm. Of course, I had to case the joint to make sure it was him. I would’ve gotten him that night, too, but the original owner met him with some paperwork.

Ted prefers his victims young, between the ages of five and ten. I’m still not sure what responsible parent would let their child go off alone with this psycho, or how he keeps these children from telling their parents what happens. My guess is he’s evolved and is now drugging them because when he first hit our radar years ago, it was the result of a brave girl from his church, Blessed Gospel, where he was a youth pastor, accusing him of inappropriately touching her. After that, more girls came forward, inciting a full-blown investigation. Unfortunately, Ted disappeared completely before the cops could make an arrest.

“Not that I’ve found,” Phantom replies.

“We knew he’d change his name,” I state matter-of-factly. “This is what… his third or fourth one?”

“Fourth,” Bella answers. “How are we handling this one, Jez?”

I tap my chin as if in thought. “Can we have all the evidence we’ve collected wrapped up in a beautiful bow in a few days?”

That should give me plenty of time to get in and out without being detected. It’s a little over four hours to get to Phoenix. I’m not going to draw this out any longer.

I’ve seen Ted masturbating to the pictures he has hanging on his wall like a shrine more times than I care to count. The background in the photos isn’t that of the trailer, though, so I’m not sure how old the images are. The girls’ eyes are glossed over, or they appear to be passed out completely. I have the cameras around the trailer set up with motion detectors, and so far, I haven’t seen him bring anyone back since I found it.

The plan changed yesterday when I saw him hang a picture of a beautiful little girl smiling, holding hands with someone I can only guess is her father. However, Ted cut a picture of his own face and placed it over the man in the photo. As soon as this meeting is over, I’m heading to Phoenix and cutting the head off the snake.

“I’ll start compiling it now,” Phantom volunteers.

“Any other business we need to look into before I log off?” I ask.

Jinx clears her throat. “I finally hacked that bitch’s computer who’s been scamming dementia patients.”

I crack my knuckles. “You heard her, time to ruin Lenora Ritchers.”

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