MCKAY
Gareth McKay wasn't your stereotypical born-outcast serial killer. No, he was popular, rich, and had a thousand and one friends. Trouble was, he didn't care about any of that. He cared about his business. On the face of it, his was a legitimate production company, but it had a darker side. For years the company's offshoot had been producing what McKay like to call his 'art'. Making the films illegally, getting hopeless cases involved, and selling them over the Internet.
Noone cared about the people he chose, and for a time they all walked away more or less as they arrived in his hands. Then one actress was involved in a particularly graphic sex scene - and she just died. Right there in her co-star's arms. Everyone agreed that they couldn't go to the police, not with the evidence of illegal production that hung around the place like a smog. It came as a surprise, but the tape got onto the net somehow, and began selling at far higher numbers than they had ever had before. So......McKay and his team got together and planned their next move. And their next. And their next. This was the way they would make money, and Gareth McKay could reach whole new areas of 'art', if he so chose.
Like all things, good or bad, the operation had to come to an end. And so it did, with their eighth victim. She was apparently not quite as hopeless a case as she seemed. Like the others, she was a drug addict, and she was living on the streets. But she had a husband looking for her, trawling the city for her. And somehow - noone in the company was quite sure how - he had found her. Then he had called the cops, and McKay had had to go into hiding.
He didn't like being in hiding, ti was uncomfortable. He preferred to work in the open (well, relatively in the open anyway). So McKay let it be known where he would be on a particular day - an easily accessible apartment building rooftop. He hid in the building instead, and took a hostage. A young man, compared to himself. Anyway, he had dragged the cop onto the rooftop and had shown that once again he had control. That was what it was all about for him. Control.
They had frozen at the sight of him holding a gun to the head of one of their own men. McKay had taken the opportunity to thank them for his new- found notoriety. He had always wanted that, just had never been brave enough to do it. Plus, y'know, with all the illegal stuff going on, he wouldn't have lasted five minutes before getting thrown in jail.
The last moments of that cop's life must have been panicked, McKay imagined. Pushed forward, shot, and dead before he got to the ambulance. Leaving himself enough time to escape. He had never intended to be caught.
Unfortunately, they found one of his many assistants, a no-hoper called Lucy Allthorpe. She had always been the one to find the women for him, knowing full well what would happen to them. She did it in exchange for bit parts in the films and whatever drugs the film crew had to hand. McKay had been more than happy to hire her. Sadly the police saw this - they also saw through her lies.....they knew she wasn't the innocent victim she claimed so boldly to be. Except, perhaps, one gullible soul. And McKay had been counting on that.
He thought he could hear the buzz of panicked voices, and imagined with a sickening smile that his one shot must have found its mark. There was no way he was the focus of all that concern after all. So, he told himself, two cops before you die. It had gone wrong though, he wasn't supposed to get shot. He wasn't supposed to get himself killed. McKay mused silently about the fact that he'd underestimated Officer Turcotte, Detective Stevens, all of them really. But he figured he had done what he wanted - and his company would live on, under a different name and different management, maybe in a different city. There was no getting rid of people like Gareth McKay.
Gareth McKay wasn't your stereotypical born-outcast serial killer. No, he was popular, rich, and had a thousand and one friends. Trouble was, he didn't care about any of that. He cared about his business. On the face of it, his was a legitimate production company, but it had a darker side. For years the company's offshoot had been producing what McKay like to call his 'art'. Making the films illegally, getting hopeless cases involved, and selling them over the Internet.
Noone cared about the people he chose, and for a time they all walked away more or less as they arrived in his hands. Then one actress was involved in a particularly graphic sex scene - and she just died. Right there in her co-star's arms. Everyone agreed that they couldn't go to the police, not with the evidence of illegal production that hung around the place like a smog. It came as a surprise, but the tape got onto the net somehow, and began selling at far higher numbers than they had ever had before. So......McKay and his team got together and planned their next move. And their next. And their next. This was the way they would make money, and Gareth McKay could reach whole new areas of 'art', if he so chose.
Like all things, good or bad, the operation had to come to an end. And so it did, with their eighth victim. She was apparently not quite as hopeless a case as she seemed. Like the others, she was a drug addict, and she was living on the streets. But she had a husband looking for her, trawling the city for her. And somehow - noone in the company was quite sure how - he had found her. Then he had called the cops, and McKay had had to go into hiding.
He didn't like being in hiding, ti was uncomfortable. He preferred to work in the open (well, relatively in the open anyway). So McKay let it be known where he would be on a particular day - an easily accessible apartment building rooftop. He hid in the building instead, and took a hostage. A young man, compared to himself. Anyway, he had dragged the cop onto the rooftop and had shown that once again he had control. That was what it was all about for him. Control.
They had frozen at the sight of him holding a gun to the head of one of their own men. McKay had taken the opportunity to thank them for his new- found notoriety. He had always wanted that, just had never been brave enough to do it. Plus, y'know, with all the illegal stuff going on, he wouldn't have lasted five minutes before getting thrown in jail.
The last moments of that cop's life must have been panicked, McKay imagined. Pushed forward, shot, and dead before he got to the ambulance. Leaving himself enough time to escape. He had never intended to be caught.
Unfortunately, they found one of his many assistants, a no-hoper called Lucy Allthorpe. She had always been the one to find the women for him, knowing full well what would happen to them. She did it in exchange for bit parts in the films and whatever drugs the film crew had to hand. McKay had been more than happy to hire her. Sadly the police saw this - they also saw through her lies.....they knew she wasn't the innocent victim she claimed so boldly to be. Except, perhaps, one gullible soul. And McKay had been counting on that.
He thought he could hear the buzz of panicked voices, and imagined with a sickening smile that his one shot must have found its mark. There was no way he was the focus of all that concern after all. So, he told himself, two cops before you die. It had gone wrong though, he wasn't supposed to get shot. He wasn't supposed to get himself killed. McKay mused silently about the fact that he'd underestimated Officer Turcotte, Detective Stevens, all of them really. But he figured he had done what he wanted - and his company would live on, under a different name and different management, maybe in a different city. There was no getting rid of people like Gareth McKay.