Everyone familiar belongs to Janet.
This case is a good example of what my parents have done their best to teach every one of their children. If you have to work hard to acquire something; an A on a test in school, the purchase of our first cars with money we'd saved for years, a promotion at work, in my case ... a woman I never thought would love and accept me, we'd appreciate the accomplishment more than it just being handed to us. As I received more information on Tipple, it led me to believe that not only was he born fucked in the head, but coming from old money and having everything and everyone at his disposal his entire life, had him finding other ways to keep himself occupied. As we continue to dig, I'm sure we'll discover that Suzy Tipple and Leo Henry aren't his only victims.
I know from experience what contacts, power, and too-much money, can get you. If you don't have a clear sense of right and wrong, if not legally at least morally, it's going to fuck with your thinking until your arrogance and entitlement issues bite you in the ass and take you down, which they will in Tipple's case. Nothing his daddy can do can save him from me. I've willingly sacrificed half of my life to rescue and/or protect people, I won't just sit back and allow him to kill again.
Two hours and twenty-five minutes passed from the time we arrived on the island to when we got the answer to the question of how Tipple would be delivered to the police after Cal, I, and two OPBAT agents, descended on the too-quiet ship.
As we made sure each section we entered was clear, the uneasy feeling grew. There was no sign of Tipple, and the possibility that he could be waiting to ambush us had to be considered. But below deck, a specific smell alerted me to what we were about to find. Steph often jokes that my sense of smell is so advanced, I can tell when Olivia's diaper needs to be changed before she even does anything ... and I can't disagree. The rumors that I can 'sniff out' a skip are based on fact.
"Get every door and window open," I ordered the men. "Now."
They wasted no time when I told them to move. I didn't come all this way to get carbon monoxide poisoning before my vacation could even start. We didn't lay eyes on the sick SOB until we finally entered the cabin. The TV was on, eerily showing footage of the two murders. The flash drive that had been inserted into the TV is all the proof we need to close this chapter and mark two more crimes solved. If Tipple recorded one killing spree, he likely has evidence of others. The police now have the authority to raid his home, business, and family. If anyone else is out there suffering ... not knowing what happened to a loved one who moved in Tipple's circle, they could get answers as soon as the police are done sifting through all of George's shit.
It never fails to amaze me how people who are the devil incarnate end up getting caught or getting dead over something caused by their own stupidity. Had he not insisted on captaining a vessel he likely only got briefly schooled on, the dumb fuck might've even thought a Google search was adequate, he would've known to inspect the exhaust system every time before heading out, especially since he'd rented a boat from a company that has no problems choosing money over customer safety and their reputation. He'd also be ignorant of the dangers of leaving a gas generator running ... and he paid for his lack of knowledge with his life.
There was a crystal decanter by his bed only half-full now with what I'd guess is an overpriced scotch, considering the image he liked to project of the shining son of multi-generational real estate moguls ... when the Son of Sam is a much more accurate depiction of him. If he wasn't inebriated and riding a second high as he watched replays of his recent kills, he might've noticed the fumes funneling into his cabin. He didn't ... so he essentially carried out his own death penalty and saved taxpayers substantial money. Cockiness can kill just as effectively as a lethal injection, which he wouldn't have received even if he had been found guilty. Jersey frowns on capital punishment these days, despite assholes like this who deserve to be put down.
I'm happy he's dead, but I regret that it wasn't in a more painful way. Had he been sucked into the yacht's motor and painstakingly ground into chum, or served as an appetizer for a school of hungry sharks, I would've felt a much stronger sense of justice. Locating him can be considered a victory, but to me it's a pretty fucking hollow one.
