Page 11 of Watch Me
I didn’t know what that meant exactly, and I wasn’t going to ask and encourage whatever game he was playing. I got the feeling he had a crush on me or something, and if anything, I wanted to be with a man like Ethan and not a boy likeDerrick.
“Vic is female. Appears to be in her twenties and has multiple stab wounds,” Officer Moore, the responding officer, stated as we walked up to the apartment on the second story.
My partner Shawn Jones and I nodded. After putting shoe protectors on, we entered the home. In all my years on the force, I’d never seen a stabbing like this one, and I’d seen some fucked upshit.
The flashing red and blue lights came in through the front windows as we looked down at the naked body on the couch. Her brown hair was darkened with blood, her brown eyes stuck open and lifeless, and I was certain the couch cushions were soaked with more of the crimson fluid. I looked around the small living room, which had already been cordoned off as evidence was gathered, pictures taken, and prints dusted for.
“Did you find the murder weapon?” Iasked.
Officer Moore shook his head. “Haven’t found it yet.”
I stepped closer to the victim, crouching down to be eye level with her body, and noticed her skin was already turning gray. “Who called it in?”
“Neighbor. The roommate ran next door after finding the body when she got home tonight. Said she usually stays at her boyfriend’s Thursday through Saturday, but she forgot her makeup bag or something.”
I wasn’t sure if she was gray because of how long she’d been dead or because she was lying in a pool of what appeared to beallof her blood. There was no way to know until we talked to the medicalexaminer.
“Where’s the roommate now?” Shawnasked.
“The bus took her to med,” Moore stated, referring to an ambulance. “She was hyperventilating after finding the body.”
I nodded as I shared a look with my partner. We weren’t ruling out the roommate yet.
Shawn and I walked around the apartment, looking for anything and everything while we waited for the medical examiner to arrive and give us an estimated time of death. There were no signs of a struggle, and nothing appeared to be missing or stolen.
The victim’s purse was in her bedroom. I took out her wallet and got her name: Amy Kenny. I noted everything about the young woman. She seemed happy and had a promising future. The pictures on the wall showed how much fun she had in her life. There were photos of her and her friends at clubs, bars, and concerts, and she even had one of those heart-shaped wood plaques, likely from a fair, with her name carved in it.
At least this young lady had lived a good life before she was brutally murdered in her ownhome.
My smile hadn’t faltered as I watched the cops coming and going through the webcam of the computer I’d purposely left open on the dining room table. It also gave me a view of Amy’s lifeless body, where I’d left her on her couch. I hadn’t expected anyone to find her so soon, but then again, I didn’t expect the roommate to come home early because she usually spent the weekend away. I thought I had another day to watch Amy’s lifeless body on her couch. But I had to admit that seeing Chicago PD move around the small living room, not knowing that I was watching them, was giving me another high, a high that was similar to the one I got when I’d watched the bitch take her last gasp ofair.
I’d never felt morealivethan I had at that moment. Especially when my rage took over and I got the redemption I wasafter.
Watching Amy had been a sport at first. She was only supposed to be a player in my little game that no one knew about. That was how they all were as I watched the female students of Lakeshore University through theirwebcams.
But Amy wasdifferent.
I’d first come across her at the end of the last year school year, I’d kept tabs on her, watching her every chance I got into the summer break. I knew her favorite song, her favorite drink of choice, what she liked to eat when she thought she was alone and no one could see the Snickers she had to have at least one night a week. I also knew what kind of porn she liked, how long it took her to come, and how many times she could get herself off with her pink vibrator.Three, if you’d like to know.
God, shewasbeautiful.
I’d wanted to touch her, smell her, taste her. I’d wanted to look into her eyes and tell her I knew all of her secrets. Knew what got her off. I’d wanted to bury my face between her legs and have her ride my face for hours. Be the one who fucked her hard. Make her come over and over and over.
That was until she came back to school and I asked her on a date. She’d laughed and told me, “I don’t think so.”
Those four words had fueled myfire.
I’d continued to watch her through her webcam because, like most stupid girls, she left the laptop open in her room. I kept tabs on her so my new plan could come to fruition. If Amy didn’t want me, no one could have her. I would be the last one to speak to her, to hear her voice, to tasteher.
When I knew she was alone, I entered her apartment with the key I’d made with my 3D printer. A picture of her house key and a high-tech printer was all it took to create a copy. Since she left her computer open 24/7, I was able to zoom in on the keys she’d left near her purse. After I’d created the 3D CAD file, I pressed the start button and watched the plastic key form right before myeyes.
While Amy was in the shower, I knew I had just enough time to drive to her apartment and let myself in with my key. When I got to her room, I slipped a pill into her red wine next to hear laptop, knowing she’d drink the rest of her glass before pouring another one. The drug was my first gift to her. I didn’t want her to put up a fight, and having her high and out of it would be easier for both of us. My other gift was a wood plaque with her name on it. I was leaving my mark—my signature. Sadly, she’d never know about thatgift.
After she drank the wine, I waited for the drug to kick in.
And then I made my move.
I yawned, leaning back in my desk chair. Catching a new case was what I lived for, but the first forty-eight hours were brutal.
