Chapter 3 The first call

Everyone heard the scream followed by the sickening thud, if they listened real close, they could hear the bones snap and the life leave his body. Brad Maddox was dead before he even hit the ground, while everyone was screaming and running like scared ants, his killer simply walked straight out the back door. They were too busy with the dead body to care what she did. Just like she planned it and soon her plans would take her straight to Randy. After all, this whole thing was his fault and she wanted to make sure that the right justice was served. Not justice, she didn't want justice, no she wanted revenge, swift cold revenge and soon it would happen. Sooner than he thought.

Randy rubbed his face as he went through his routine with the officer again, everyone in the hotel was being questioned and the first ones up were his work collegues, and the guy assigned to 'guide' him, of course it was no secret that he didn't like Maddox.

"Alright Mr Orton, one more time"

Randy kept the growl to himself and went through it again, "I had a shower, drove to the arena with Brad, he went to his room and I went to mine"

"And then what happened?"

"I don't know. I shut my door and stayed in there, next thing I know he's dead and you're questioning me"

"Did you like Mr Maddox?"

"No"

"And did you ever threaten him harm?"

"Yeah, I threaten to smash him, to punt his pretty little face, I never threatened to push him off a fucking balcony!"

The officer ignored his tone and went on with his questions, "And nothing seemed strange to you? Nothing seemed out of place, just everything how it should be?"

"Wait there was a person" Randy suddenly remembered the dark figure inching into Brad's room, he remembered seeing one thing that could help these idiots,

"A person?"

"I couldn't tell if it was female or male, everything was black, but I saw a scar. Down the right eye"

"You saw a scar but couldn't see if it was a guy or girl?"

"I'm not making this up! I saw someone go into his room!"

"But you couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman?"

Randy took a deep calming breath, it didn't help at all but at least he was trying right? "No. All I saw was he or she was covered head to toe in black, they didn't want anyone knowing that they were there, but I swear I saw a scar down the right eye"

He got up and motioned for Randy to follow him, annoyed the Viper followed him to Brad's now vacant room. "Mr Orton, you go and stand by your door, I'll stand here"

Randy let another angry growl wondering if John was going through this shit, but he did what he was asked. The officer looked at him and then back at the door, again he motioned Randy to come back.

"If your mystery person was doing what you said and dressed as you said, and you managed to see a 'scar' Do you know what that means?"

"What?" Randy asked already more than tired of his bullshit. A man was dead and he was being questioned by an asshole, now Randy just wanted to go to bed.

"It means Mr Orton, that the killer looked straight at you and let you have a good look. I find that rather strange don't you? A killer who wanted to murder Mr Maddox, looks at you long enough to give you a look at the 'scar' but you still can't tell if it was female or male, I think its rather convienant"

Randy didn't say anything so the officer went on, "Its convienant that Mr Maddox is dead and suddenly you choose to see a mysterious killer who you still can't tell gender of"

Randy knew this badger technique, keep pushing until they crack, sad thing for the middle-aged PD was, Randy was innocent, he wouldn't confess because he hadn't done anything wrong.

"There was a killer, if you stay here and badger me, he or she is going to get away and someone else will die. If you choose to have blood on your hands Detective then so be it, and now I'm choosing to end this conversation. Goodnight"

Randy had finally been settled in a different room, in a different hotel, however the place was still buzzing about Brad's murder. John had already asked him what took him so long, Randy shook him off promising to tell him tomorrow. Randy just wanted to sleep.

When his phone went off he was going to hit ignore, but the number was blocked and that just made him curious.

"Randy speaking"

"Hi!"

"Who is this?" Randy demanded flicking on the bedside light, now he was wide awake.

"So predictable Randal, who is this? What do you want? Can't you come up with something a little more original"

"Why are you doing this?"

Randy heard it in the voice, changed with a computer but he still heard its glee.

"Thats a little better Randal, I can see the cogs in your small brain are startin to turn, well don't let me stop the 'magic' keep thinkin!"

He heard the sarcasm, the glee at his confusion but he or she had it right, he was starting to think, "You're the one that was in his room, you're his killer"

"Guil-ty!"

"You let me see you, that idiot was right, you turned and faced me, you let me see your scar"

"Oh this is going to be fun! I've always wanted a challenge, well I wouldn't call you a challenge, but I've got time to kill so why not kill it playing with you,"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you let me see it? You faced me and made sure that I saw it, why?"

"Because I thought you would want to admire your handy-work," Caller gave Randy another gleeful laugh before going on, "Thats right, the pretty scar on my face was done by you, you cut it, you watched it bleed and then, if that wasn't enough you actually licked the blood off my face and said and I'll never forget this Randal, you said it tasted sweet, like me"

Randy had no fucking idea what the hell he or she was going on about, it all sounded new to him and as far as he knew he didn't ever cut anyone's face and lick the blood off, even he would remember something like that. No matter how many head shots he had taken.

"Two things, you're crazy and I'm hanging up" "Hang up and another one dies!" They yelled making Randy stay on the line, "They already think you killed Maddox, I can make them think you killed the next one, I have nothin but time Randal"

Randy's heart almost stopped in its tracks, the words 'next one' thumping in his head.

"You are the only one that saw me, you are the only one that knows I'm even here, you're the only one who will recollect this conversation, everythin points to you"

"What do you want from me? Money?"

Another creepy laugh that made Randy clench his teeth in anger, "Unlike some people who weren't forced to work until Daddy made them, I have been workin my entire life and I have saved every cent I earnt, I have more money, more knowledge, more leverage than you will ever have, so no I don't want your blood money Randal, the fortune I have is enough but thank you"

"What do you want from me!?"

"Everything"

The cold click didn't put Randy at ease. The cold dead silence only told him that a deranged killer was on the loose and he was the prime target, so far things didn't look good for the Apex predator. Randy took a calming breath and took his phone and scrolled through the recieved calls, nothing came up. That was odd, even if the number was blocked, it still should of come up that he recieved a call. Randy rung the company and asked about it, it was confirmed by the girl on the other end, there should be a list of recieved calls on the phone, Randy assured that there wasn't. She checked her register and things just got odder, she didn't have a log for it either, according to his cellphone and their logs, Randy didn't recieve any phone calls in the past twenty minutes, there were the usual which he had deleted and had accounted for, but the twenty minute window he had given for his 'stalker/killer' just wasn't open. It didn't even exsist. Randy hung up and for the first time in ever, the Viper was slightly un-settled, it didn't help when his cell vibrated. Randy apprehensively clicked it open.

Told you, you're the only one that knows me, your move ;)