Chapter 14- Katelin's Defiance
Katelin, on the other hand, was in her room, typing away.
"Just who is this Randy Orton? Some say he is a sadistic creep that enjoys relishing the sight of blood. Others say that he is a monster who will not stop the killing and murdering until he sees fit. He roams around with an elite force of henchmen and cohorts who also share his love of crime—but when there is no more fun to go around, what will they all do?"
"Damn," Katelin muttered. "Why am I letting him bother me so much? He can't do a thing to me."
"Orton was born in St. Louis—the home of the Gateway Arch and the St. Louis Cardinals. He is the son of the notorious Cowboy Bob Orton—the same man who murdered a woman in New Mexico a few years back. For some reason, Orton's father hated the fact that his son was a bisexual killing machine—having threatened a boyfriend of his son's— he pretty much told his son not to see him again.
I think Orton would have shot his own father dead if that had even crossed his mind.
Going back to my story here, the "Legend Killer," as he is known here in Las Vegas, has been somewhere in the city. Who only knows where he is? All the leads that every cop in St. Louis and Vegas have received have led to nothing. I don't think anyone will ever know where he may be—not now, not ever."
Katelin sighed. "I can't believe I am even writing this shit. I need to talk to Katarin and see what she found out about him."
She quickly called Katarin's cell phone. "Hey girl, anything yet?" she asked.
"Nah," Katarin answered. "Nada—he's clean as shit."
"Now what? I have nothing," Katelin asked.
"I dunno—maybe I can find something out tonight," Katarin said. "I'm going out for the evening."
"Do that—and let me know what's going on," Katelin said.
"Will do," Katarin said. "And thanks."
"No problem," Katelin said, hanging up the phone.
Katarin sighed. "This is going to be an interesting evening."