Fun and Games, Chapter Ten
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Paul and Peter sat with the four people in their car. They had introduced themselves as Craig, Frank, Sarah, and Jimmy. Paul had introduced himself as James, and Peter had introduced himself as Doug.
"I'm glad you came along," Paul said, using what he thought was a polite normal voice.
"It's no problem," Craig said from the driver's seat. "It's not like we could have left you on the side of the road." Craig smiled, and Paul returned the smile.
Peter- or 'Doug'- leaned over to Jimmy. "So, umm, where are we going?" he asked Jimmy.
"I don't-" Jimmy said, his voice even quieter than Peter's, "I don't know."
"We're heading up to Scottsdale," Craig said. "Where are you boys headed?"
"Scottsdale is fine," Paul replied. "Well, actually, where are we now?"
"About an hour outside of Miami."
Paul leaned closer to Craig's seat. "Would you be so kind as to pull over? I have to use the bathroom."
Peter gave Paul a skeptical look.
"Alright," Craig said, as he pulled the van over.
Paul climbed out of the van; and Peter followed. Together they went behind a group of nearby trees.
"What are you doing?" asked Peter.
Paul responded, "We're going to get rid of these people."
"But why?" Peter asked. "They've been so nice to us so far-"
Paul cut him off, "You know why, Tom."
"Alright," Peter agreed. "What's your plan?"
"Just follow my lead," said Paul. "Hey, Craig?!"
"Yeah?" Craig said, getting out of the van. "What's up?" He went behind the group of trees where Paul and Peter were. "Do you need something-" he started to say, but Paul pulled the knife he kept in his pocket and stabbed him in the chest. Craig took the full force of the knife in his heart. Undaunted, Craig came at Paul. Peter tripped him and Craig fell to the ground. Paul cracked him on the side of the head with his fist.
"Call Frank," Paul demanded Craig.
"Please-"
"Call him now!"
"Frank?" Craig called out. "Frank, can you... can you come here?"
Paul passed the knife to Peter. "Your turn, Tubby," Paul muttered under his breath to Peter. Peter took the knife and nodded.
Frank climbed out of the van. "What's up, Craig?" Frank asked.
As he stepped behind the group of trees, Peter grabbed Frank's back with his left hand and stabbed him with the knife in his right hand. Frank tried to push Peter away from him, but Peter held onto him tightly. He stabbed him again. Then Peter kicked him to the ground. Peter bent down and stabbed him five more times and then kicked him in the head.
From the ground, Craig said weakly, "Why... why... you doing this?"
"Oh shut up," Paul said, and kicked him as well. "Hand me the knife, Tom."
Peter obliged and gave Paul the knife. "Here you go, Jerry." Paul crouched down and observed the blood leaking onto Craig's shirt. He stabbed him one final time and then handed the knife back to Peter.
"Finish them off, Tubby," Paul told Peter, "I'm going to go take care of the other two."
Peter asked, "Do you want the knife?" Paul shook his head.
"No," Paul said. "I won't be needing it."
Paul walked out from the group of trees.
"What's going on?" Jimmy asked.
"Nothing, nothing," Paul responded. "Get back in the van."
"But-" Jimmy started, but Paul shoved him towards the van. Jimmy tripped and fell onto the ground.
Paul stood above him. "I told you to get back inside the van!" Paul demanded. "Now get back in the van before Tom or I slit your throat."
Jimmy gave him a hateful look, but got back in the van.
"What's happening?" Sarah asked Paul as he climbed into the van.
"Just shut up, both of you," said Paul. "Or else."
At that moment, Peter came out from behind the group of trees and got into the van. Paul figured that he must be done with Frank and Craig.
"Hand me the knife, Tom," Paul said. Peter did so. "Alright, you two," Paul said to Jimmy and Sarah. "Tubby and I are in charge now." He jabbed the point of the knife at them.
"What's going on?!" Sarah spluttered. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
Paul leaned forward and punched her in the face. "Be quiet."
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The MDPD were having yet another board meeting. On the screen were an artist's sketches of Paul and Peter.
"Paul Kaheen," LaGuerta said. "Born April 10, 1981. His brother, Peter Kaheen, born August 17, 1988. Their parents, Michael and Susanne Kaheen died on August 17, 2002. They were murdered; stabbed to death. After that, Paul and Peter fell off of the map."
"LaGuerta," an uniformed officer said, walking into the room. "A car was just found a few miles down from the Toney's home. It belongs to a next door neighbour, a Ms. 'Reda Lawson'. So we went to her house."
"And?" LaGuerta asked.
"Dead," the uniform said. "Both her and her cat."
Batista spoke, "So the Kaheen brothers are at the Toney's. Why would they just leave when there were still two family members alive?"
Debra shook her head. "You're right. It doesn't make any sense."
LaGuerta looked at Belanger. "Any ideas, Agent Belanger?" she asked him. Belanger looked like he was in a sort of trance or shock. His profile of the 'Lakeside Murderer' (Lakeside Murderers , more like, Dexter thought) had been completely off. Everyone at MDPD had already known he was completely full of it, but now Belanger himself realized it. But Belanger still had one last trick up his sleeve.
Belanger shook his head. "Only one thing, Lieutenant LaGuerta," he said.
"What, Agent?"
"Why did you tell the press about the Lakeside Murders?" he asked. Belanger smiled at LaGuerta. "Yes, Lieutenant, I know about that. After all, it is my job to profile people. I might not be able to with people I've never met, but I can when it's right in front of me." He stood up. "By the way," said Belanger, as he walked to the door to leave, "I'll make sure Captain Matthews knows." He reached the doorway. Belanger turned around, and in front of everyone- Debra, Masuka, Batista, Dexter, random uniformed officers and members of MDPD- said, "You know, Maria, you really are a nasty piece of work." And then Agent Belanger left for good.
LaGuerta looked down at the floor, ashamed.
Batista asked, "Maria, you're the one who told the press?"
LaGuerta nodded, her face burning.
"Why?" Batista asked.
LaGuerta shook her head and left the room through the same door as Belanger. Batista followed after her.
Then followed an awkward silence. Masuka broke it by saying, "Whoa, awkward, huh?"
Debra rolled her eyes.
This isn't getting us any closer to finding them! Dexter thought.He headed toward the door.
"Where are you going Dex?" Debra called, but Dexter ignored her and continued out the door. "Dex?!" She called again, but he was already gone. And he was ready to kill.
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