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His Worst Nightmare
Chapter 23
Bedford Hills Correctional Facility NY.
Nicole was becoming decidedly bored and restless. Worst of all was the
morning sickness she was having. She had lost 10 pounds in weight and the meals they offered here in prison definitely wasn't agreeing with her. She sat on her bunk and ran her fingers softly over where the baby lay and smiled. Today was the day she found out whether she was carrying a boy or a girl , she wished for a girl although having a boy who looked like his father would also make her very happy.
Nelda had handled the shock pretty well. It was hard for her to know that Robert was the father of Nicole's child. He had hurt her very deeply, she would never forgive him for that! She had thought about inducing a miscarriage, however, she knew that Wallace had indeed raped him. No that would benefit him and she wasn't about to do anything to help him. She looked at the clock on the Infirmary wall in another 10 minutes Wallace was due for her ultrasound.
So far Nelda had been an exemplary inmate here in prison, she had worked hard and kept mostly to herself. She was however becoming tired of being locked up. It was killing her not knowing what Barry was up to, after all the love she had given him he had not once even visited her in prison! He was a busy man though and she could forgive him for that.
Robert however was going to have to pay for his betrayal, just as Ray Garnett had paid for obstructing her calls. She had decided that she would join forces with Wallace,who would assist her in getting out of this prison.
Manhattan
Did people realize how hard it is to act like a normal human being? It is a phenomenal effort if you are void of any feelings. I had spent my entire life 'people watching' to learn how to react in certain circumstances. How to give the right response and not actually scare people. I had watched so many daily soaps and films. Right now I feel drained from the effort I gave to present myself as, Dexter, blood splatter expert amongst the Detectives at One Police Plaza, there was still one person that I couldn't fool. I had spent too much time being fascinated by the pictures and I know that Detective Goren had noticed this.
My most impending problem was how on earth could I work it that Nicole Wallace managed to make bail without it being followed back to me. I had thought about this for hours and came up with nothing.
All this frustration! I needed a playmate and fast.
I normally take my time to find conclusive evidence of their guilt, today I had observed a suspect at Major Case Squad who seemed to be running rings around the investigating Detectives. He certainly was very sure of himself. I had followed both Detectives on their coffee break and listened to them talk about him. He owned a club in Manhattan where recently some of his dancers had disappeared and then been found mutilated.
I had spent a couple of nights observing him and had come to the conclusion that he had found his next victim. I hacked into the NYPD data base and pulled his case file, which in it's own warranted him becoming my special playmate.
I wouldn't be able to dispose of his body in my usual manner, however there were plenty of options left. My priority was to get him before he killed again.
So I sat and waited crouched down behind the drivers seat in his Escalade. I would fore go my usual ritualof using a kill room. He didn't keep me waiting for long and as he took his seat behind the wheel. I injected him his dose of Etorphine and deposited him in the trunk of his SUV and drove to Central Park, where I had noticed them doing a lot of forestry work. It seemed very fitting for him after the way he had left the girls bodies mutilated. I made sure that we were on our own and laid him in the industrial wood shredder and once he regained consciousness I pushed the green button and watched with satisfaction as he realized where he was just before the shredder turned him into hamburger. With my Dark Passenger sated I walked back to my hotel and pardon the pun, I slept like a log.