Page 19 of Brek's Obsession
Chapter 6
Jake
Watching Brek drive away, he knew he needed to put his plan in motion. Soon.
These stupid break-ins were just a diversion to throw Brek and Trace off the real crime that was going to happen. Jake's partner, Brandon wanted to be done with the break ins. He was afraid they would get caught soon, because the cops in this town weren’t like the ones in the other towns. The cops from the other towns didn’t care. Were too old and tired to care.
And Brandon was scared. Jake knew it was almost time for his plan to be put in place. They had sown enough chaos that it would hopefully throw Brek and Trace off his trail.
Brandon was set to do two break-ins tomorrow. The plan was for him to take some valuable things at one house, and then trash the other.
And both would happen right after the other, because Jake’s plan was that he would take the valuables from the first house, under the guise of checking for a tip about the break-ins, and Brandon would be across town, trashing the other house.
Jake was done with this town and with playing nice with Brek. He wanted this done. He had been here too long now and he didn’t want anyone to start getting suspicious of him, didn’t want Brek to ask him questions about his past and knew that pretty soon, those questions would be turned his way.
He had come here on a mission, and now he had a feeling that he might not settle for just one death in this town, not after waiting so long to find his perfect mark and setting up the scene for someone else to take the fall.
All Jake wanted was Sienna’s blood on his hands. But it was taking longer than he wanted and he hated every second that he had to waste here.
It made him mad to have to wait, but things like this couldn’t be rushed. He had to set everything up perfectly, or it would come back to hurt him in the long run. Nothing could point back to him at all or he was fucked.
In the past, whenever he would scheme for a kill, he would take his time, causing chaos in the town he picked and then he would search the town over, trying to find just the right person that would end up on the sharp side of his blade.
He would often look for an innocent woman that lived alone. One that didn’t have a family, one that was desperate for anyone to notice her and he would target her. Woo her, make her feel special, and then, he would kill her.
He didn’t care how old she was. As long as they fit his criteria, he didn’t care about their age. Once, the woman he stalked and eventually killed was an older woman of about 50. She was harder to get to know and to trust him. When he finally took her life, it was one of his sweetest victories he had ever had.
It was always such a high taking a life. He didn’t remember what made him want to take a woman’s life, but he always picked one and killed her. It had become an addiction. A high. One that he couldn’t recreate. Even though he tried.
Over the years, guilt tried to creep its way in, and he wanted to find the same high of killing someone a different way. So, he tried a ton of different drugs trying to get the same high, but none did the trick.
He knew nothing would work, except taking a life. And he stopped feeling guilt over it.
He moved around a lot, not wanting to get caught, not wanting anyone’s questions or for anyone to dig into his past.
He would carefully search for small towns and would research them before taking the leap and moving. The fact that he was a cop didn’t hurt him in the least and he always got a job.
Small towns always needed good cops and his record spoke for itself. It was spotless and he kept it that way for a reason.
Tonight, while he “worked” he was going to go back to Sienna’s house and watch her as she did what she normally did.
She would dance around her small house in her tiny shorts and tiny shirt and seeing her perfect, untouched body had made him wish it was time now.
It was almost time to make his move. Last night he had slipped up. He was so desperate for a taste of her that he didn’t wait for her to go to sleep.
But knowing he had scared her when he unlocked her door was something, he didn’t know he needed or wanted. But it called to him. He wanted her fear.
And knowing that she couldn’t yell or make a noise while he did what he wanted to her made him need it all the more.
Looking at the map Brek had put up made him smile. Brandon had done enough to make it seem like the break-ins were all random.
Jake smiled and sat in his chair. Knowing that making Brek and Trace look in any direction but his was a sweet victory that he loved.
Each small town would never know what hit them and then Jake would have a “family emergency” and have to leave without giving notice.
It had worked every single time without fail. And no one was the wiser. Not yet.
Sitting with his hands behind his back, he knew that tonight he would watch his mark, and knowing that it was her last day on Earth was a thing of beauty.
