Page 59 of The Professor
“Good girl.” He stepped up to me and kissed my brow, a hard, desperate kiss, then he spun to Cillian and Phil. “It’s him? Brian Dix? Isn’t it?”
“The very one.” Cillian had a gun aimed at Brian.
Phil was tapping him down at the same time as hauling him upright.
“Who the fuck are you?” Brian managed, using the wall to prop himself up. “You’re not the fucking police.” He wiped his sleeve over his bloody face, spreading the scarlet mess onto his left cheek.
“Let’s just say we’re here to do a duty for the good of mankind,” Cillian said. “Sorting out the wheat from the chaff of humanity.”
Andrew pushed past Cillian with his gun out. “You tried to fucking rape my woman.” He shoved the barrel of the gun under Brian’s weak jawline. “Strangle her, huh?”
“So what? You can always get another woman, ten a penny around here if you know where to look.” He grinned, blood dripping from his chin now and his teeth a macabre, blotchy mess of red and white.
Phil turned to me with a frown. “You sure you’re okay?”
I nodded and knotted my fingers together. I was shaking. My belly was clenched to a brutal knot.
“Just like you’ve strangled before, ain’t that right.” Andrew made a strange growling sound that was more animal than man, and his finger tightened on the trigger of his gun.
Cillian put his hand on Andrew’s shoulder. “Keep it cool, man, you know what we need before you blow his brains out.”
Andrew exhaled, his shoulders dropped a fraction, and he took a few paces back, stood with Cillian, weapon still aimed.
“Tell me about the two girls,” Cillian said, his accent stronger than usual. He was really angry, I could tell, despite trying to sound calm.
“The two girls?” Brian’s eyes narrowed.
“Yeah, the two youngsters who were strangled and murdered a few months ago, the police brought you in for questioning.”
Brian laughed. “Oh yeah, those two.”
“So, what happened?”
“They wanted it, they came to me. As good as asked.”
“They asked to be murdered?” Andrew said, disbelief dripping from his voice.
I stared at Brian, too. Even with my criminology background, it was hard to figure out how this evil man’s mind worked.
“So tell us.” Cillian waved his gun in the direction of Brian’s cock which hung pathetically from his fly.
“Knocked on my front door.” He shrugged. “The blonde one said she needed to pee, was going to wet herself before she got home. So I said she could use my bathroom. Brown Hair waited for her, in my living room, gave me these come-on eyes. Fancied me, like.”
“She was fourteen.” Phil also had his gun aimed at Brian. “Jesus Christ, man.”
I spotted the gun Brian had pressed to my ribs. It was poking from beneath a knotted black rubbish bag. Quietly, I picked it up, the feel and weight unfamiliar in my hand.
“Fourteen, and ripe for fucking. Same as her friend.” Brian laughed. “But this is between you and me, right. You’re guys, you know what I mean.” He eyed the guns.
“No fucking idea what you’re on about,” Andrew said through gritted teeth. “You and I are a different damn species altogether.
“Well, we’re not.” Brian grasped his cock. “We’ve all got needs, kinks, and women are here to satisfy us men, we can do what we want with them. Anything we want.” He laughed manically. “And there’s nothing they can do to stop us.”
“Except it seems my girlfriend just did,” Andrew said.
“I’d have had her if you hadn’t turned up.” He threw a hateful glance my way.
“And exactly what were you planning?” Phil asked.
