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His Worst Nightmare.
Chapter, 17
The full red moon shone over Miami. Dexter sat and waited, feeling the moon feed his Dark Passenger.
After another 30 minutes, he heard a key turning in the lock and he prepared himself for his dance. With a grin he watched as his prey, John Clark went through his ritual of coming home. His moment to intervene came as he went to his answering machine and was listening to the messages that were left on it. With the stealth of a cat, Dexter seemingly, floated into position behind him and injected the Etorphine hydrochloride into his neck. Thus causing him to lose consciousness temporarily and allowing him to fixate him to the table in his carefully prepared kill room.
As soon as his prey was firmly secured he took the pictures of the three children this Pedophile had murdered, and who had disposed of their bodies in trash cans. Tonight he Dexter would bring the justice that the legal system of Miami had failed them with. He had followed his father's code very thoroughly, the evidence was damming.
He sat himself beside the table, to which his prey was fastened, and waited for him to regain consciousness.
John Clark slowly regained consciousness, his brain very sluggishly came to terms that he was tied down to a table. He felt another presence in the room with him; he was however unable to move his head so that he could take a look. After a futile struggle against his restraints he started to take in the surroundings. Hanging above his head he saw three photo's of three boys. He could not hold back a smile as he thought of the pleasant time he had spent with them. He was brought back out of his thoughts by the sound of someone approaching him.
Dexter walked over to the table, he had seen the smile on John Clark's face when he looked at the photo's he had made from the press cuttings. He leaned over so that he was looking directly into Clark's face and produced his best satanic smile.
"I won't do you the favor of removing the gag as there is nothing I want to hear from you." Dexter hissed into Clark's ear.
"You thought that wealth and having the best lawyers money can buy would keep you safe from justice, alas not from MY justice. No doubt you would now be offering me huge sums of money, for me to release you. Well save your breath. Oh I shall release you alright and relieve you of your sickness once and for all, so that you never again will harm a child."
John Clark had listened to the stranger and watched in fear as he watched him pick up what appeared to be fishing line. In panic he tried to free himself from his bonds all in vain. His last coherent thought was of the boys, whom he had killed. Then darkness consumed him and he could think no more.
It was a pleasant night as Dexter returned from disposing of Clark's body. He could rely that the gulf Stream would carry the 6 rubbish bags and their contents far far away. He whistled as he opened his apartment door, the hunt had been a success.
After he had checked on Harrison he opened the letters that his babysitter had left on his counter. He frowned when he saw a letter from New York. He opened it and read it; he had been summoned to appear against Nicole Wallace at her trial. He started to make the arrangements for his trip to New York. Bright and early the next morning he walked into his little cubby, he had of course stopped off at krispy kreme and brought in a big selection of donuts. Making sure he bagged the big Bavarian crème donut he sat at his desk and worked on some files that needed finishing on a current case he was working on. After an hour he had finished up on his statements and saw that Lt Guerta had arrived so he went to her office and finished off all the arrangements required for his trip.
Bedford hills Correctional Facility NY.
Nicole walked into the hospital wing of the prison. Today she would find out if her plan had worked; she was more than hopeful as she was over 14 days late with her periods. This could be her last chance at all, at her age of having another child. It was even more amazing the chance of becoming pregnant after her successful heart transplant. She grinned as she thought of how Gage and she had worked on that little detail.
Nicole had been born with a heart defect, one that she grew up without knowing anything about. They called it congenital heart disease. She began to notice difficulties with breathing a few years after she had delivered Gwen Chapel to her aunt in Arizona. After tests were made by a heart specialist she had been informed that she needed a transplant, easier said than done when you are on a most wanted list. Through pure chance she then heard about Declan Gage writing a book on female serial killers, she knew he was Bobby's mentor so she took steps and made contact with him. She spoke of her obsession with Bobby Goren , and he told her of his resentment of what had happened with his daughter and his subsequent anger towards Bobby. At their next meeting he had come up with a plan, she had told him of her heart disease and he had informed her that a friend of his was a Professor who was a specialist in Cardiology and that he could arrange for him to do the transplant. Finding the donor wasn't a problem for me. A few months later Declan Gage told me of his plan to gain revenge on Goren for his daughter. Two days before my surgery I met with Frank Goren at his apartment, the rest as they say is history. Did the revenge on him make me feel any better? No, it didn't after I had arranged for the flowers to be delivered Declan Gage, dropped me off and I underwent the heart transplant. Gage then held his promise and delivered it to Bobby and I was officially declared as dead.
She looked up as her doctor entered the room with the results of her pregnancy test in his hands. She wasn't in the mood to wait for him to inform her of the results so she grabbed the paper from his hand and read the result.
T.B.C…