Locked up
Chapter 11
AN: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. SM owns them and I am again just giving them something to do between movies.
Killer's point of view
I laughed as I watched the police scurry around the body like ants collecting food for the winter. They thought I was long gone but little did they know I was only a couple hundred feet above them the whole time watching the scene play out like a movie. I am anxious to see what happens to the Cullen fellow. I had him to pin the previous murders on, but the story is taking a twist with him in jail and another murder occurring.
My thoughts are running through my mind about a couple of hundred miles an hour. Not in a nervous or scared way, but in a "planning my next murder" way. How can I change something up to mess with their heads and throw them off course? Who should my next victim be? How much information should I give them about myself to make it fun but not totally give it away? The possibilities were endless!
Maybe once Cullen gets out of jail I will get in contact with him secretly and ask him how it felt to be locked up for something he didn't do. And since he knows me (even though he doesn't realize who I really am) it will be even more entertaining when he eventually learns he is closer to the killer than he ever hoped to be.
I followed Charlie back to the station after he was done at the crime scene. He stayed there for a few hours going back through pictures and files from my previous masterpieces. I looked at the pictures through the open mini blinds as he went through them one by one on his computer screen. There were a couple of the pictures that if you look hard enough in the trees you can actually see me. Huh… I never noticed that, but apparently neither did he since nobody would really pay attention to the tree branches. Even if he did notice something he would probably play it off to a bird or squirrel. I can have some fun with this in the future. After Charlie left I followed him home and once he was inside I climbed the tree outside the house and watched through a bedroom window as he talked to a man sitting on a bed with a girl laying down leaning against him. After a few minutes of talking about the case Charlie left and went to bed. This is no fun…
Well, its time to stir things up a little bit. Charlie wants information and to hear from the killer? Then he shall.
Once I hear Charlie sound asleep and snoring I pull my disposable cell phone from my pocket and dial his cell phone number and patiently wait for him to answer.