Page 19 of The Asylum
“Law and son just popped up,” Jack announced.“Lawson.”
“Are you Edwin Lawson? Did you murder those girls?” I pressed.
Yesappeared twice, and I guessed it meant yes to both questions.
“Why are you back?” Jack inquired.
“Purgatory.”
“Damn, that’s harsh,” Magic boomed.
“Only he deserves it if what he did to those women is true,” I snapped, and Magic held his hands up.
I recognised Justice was attempting to control me, his need and thirst for vengeance taking over. With effort, I reined him in.
“Calm down,” Sunny murmured, giving me a sharp look.
I nodded, understanding his concern, and turned my attention back to Jack, who was ignoring us.
“Are you trapped in a hell of your own making?” Magic asked, and Justice approved.
“Yes,”the Ovilus said.
“Sounds fair to me,” I replied.
“No judgements,” Jack warned, and I raised an eyebrow. Bit hard not to judge a serial rapist. If Lawson had been alive today, Justice would have rampaged.
“Do your victims haunt you?” Magic questioned.
“Yes. Torture. Torment. No rest. Hell. Haunted.”The Ovilus spat words quicker than we could see them, but they’d been recorded, anyway.
“Do you harm women who visit?” I demanded suddenly. I’d no idea where the question came from, but it was valid.
The Ovilus went quiet for several long moments.“Touch. Unpermitted. Rough. Slap. Force. Grope.”
“Is this his victims talking?” Jack inquired gently.
“Yes. Certain. Murdered. Hurt. Lost. Forgotten. List.”
“List?” Jack pounded on the word.
“Names. Diary. Secret. Names. Names. Names.”
“Are you saying he kept a journal of who he harmed?” Sunny demanded.
“Yes. Yes. Hidden. Silenced. Names. Journal. Exposed. Harmed. Slaughtered. Raped.”
“Shit. What’s with this damn place and people making lists for evidence?” Sunny murmured.
I shrugged. I’d have no idea.
“Where can we find it?” Magic boomed.
“Concealed. Here.”
“It’s stashed in a secret spot here?” I clarified.
“Yes.”
