Jimmy Duke
The body rose to the surface slowly, having lost most of its
buoyancy over the months tied to the bottom of the lake. Two minutes later the diver also floated to
the surface; just as dead as the young mutated woman. The crime scene went crazy; ignoring the
woman’s floating corpus the State Police Officers grabbed the diver out of the
water trying to bring him back to life.
Diving mask full of vomit confirmed the horror of the find.
Number 7 was a young white woman, someplace between twenty
and twenty five years old. Blond hair,
about five foot six inches. Anything
further just wasn’t possible; her head had been removed crudely leaving just
enough scalp to id hair color; hacked off hands and feet removed with an axe
type of weapon. Stomach torn open internal
organs ripped from her body; connecting tissue showing rips and tears, not
knife marks. Sex organs mutated by heavy
axe blows and pulled from the body; showing no knife marks, just torn flesh.
The body was a ruined shell of what use to be a human being.
Jimmy laughed until he couldn’t breathe watching the TV news
story showing three big State Police men in a little boat dragging the dead
diver over the side of the boat nearly tipping it over. It was hilarious; with
tears streaming down his face he was just howling; the next door neighbor banging
on the thin wall bringing him back to his senses. Pulling hard on his fifth beer of the morning
and throwing it against the wall along with a “GO FUCK YOUR SELF” at the top of
his lungs; he knew who would be next.
Jimmy toned it down a little not wanting the old bitch to call the
police on him.
With a chuckle he sat
back on the tread bare couch turning on his mental movie of Jenna his latest
and twelfth victim; smiling and snickering he played the movie over and over.
Jimmy was an easy going petty thief that had discovered by
accident that he was also an up and coming serial killer after killing one of
the neighborhood kids he caught in his apartment going through his shit. Stealing peoples stuff and money was one
thing, but taking their lives was a whole new game; a game he couldn’t get
enough of. He had found a vast reservoir
of rage and hatred that had been untouched until now.
Tuesday morning shortly after 8am found Jimmy at his
neighbor’s door. He’d waited listening
closely at his own door for all the floors little worker bees to leave the
building making his floor nearly empty; empty except for him and old Mrs. Stock
his next door neighbor. Tap, tap on the
door and he could hear her coming to him.
Jimmy had a news paper he’d picked up out of the recycle been in one
hand covering an eight inch kitchen knife in his other gloved hand. He’d found the kitchen knife going through a
garbage can two blocks from his flat.
Sharpening it against a concrete wall as he watched people looking for a
target, it was now razor sharp. Mrs. Stock with a “humph” of displeasure at
being bothered opened the door to the hallway.
Jimmy with a big grin on his face stepped into her and plunged the knife
into her left eye with enough force it jammed and stuck solidly into the back
of her skull. Standing at the open door
not breaking the threshold Jimmy watched as Mrs. Stock stumbled backwards,
hands waving and trashing the air; a small squeak coming from her wide open
mouth; a fine line of vitreous
humor, the fluid of the eye and a small line of blood ran down her left cheek; three
cats dashed for safety. The old bitch
stumbled across the room hitting the far wall, sliding down to a sitting
position, dead just as a he wished her to be.
Jimmy reached inside pulling the door to him; locked and closed it with
his gloved hand; leaving the building giggling Jimmy walked twelve blocks
before dropping the glove down a storm drain then tossing the newspaper into an
empty recycle bin. He couldn’t wait for
the evening news.
Two months later and Mrs. Stock the old dead bitch still
hadn’t been found. Jimmy’s apartment was
beginning to pick up the scent from his dirty work. He’d have to do something soon if someone
didn’t wake up to the stench and call the police. The smell was getting that bad. How can it be that no one checked on his
neighbor bitch in two full months; no wonder she was such a bitch? Jimmy decided to go out just to be away from
the smell. Coming out of the elevator
Jimmy nearly ran into the super of the building coming into the elevator. Jimmy recognized the super Ed Kock from when
he moved into the building a year ago.
“Say don’t you live up on the seventh?”
Jimmy cool as ice said “Yeah; just heading out, problems?” “Yeah 7E says the floor smells bad.” Ed said rolling his eyes into his head. Jimmy “I noticed that too, must be a dead rat
in the vents, who knows?” “Well, I’d better find something; I’m tired of the
constant complaints for those people!” The elevator door closed and Jimmy
hurried out the double doors into the not so clean smell of auto fumes and old
garbage.
Ten minutes later the sounds of sirens filled the air in the
direction of the Hampton apartment building.
Jimmy was six blocks away sitting on a bench watching down 2nd
street to where the sirens were stopping.
Yep, Ed had found Mrs. Stock’s body.
Jimmy sat out as long as he could; finally he headed to the
Hampton. Still three cop cars outside;
he knew they’d want to talk to him just like when the kid disappeared a few
months ago. Jimmy was exceptional at
evading trick questions and his short interview went well. He asked the Detectives to come into his
apartment and look around if they wanted; they did, but he was way too clever
to have anything out that they could see.
He had a little something from each of his kills but nothing big that
would stand out. They were all hidden away nice and tight where even a hard
search would likely not find anything.
He was turning into a pro.
With the heat off Jimmy went out on the hunt. Having to go to the grocery store for need of
a few things; he’d also found it to be a great hunting ground. He wasn’t disappointed; standing there on
aisle four was just what he was looking for.
She was about five foot three, brown hair, decent build; and Jimmy saw
his opening and as any predator would see; there on the left forearm where tiny
marks that would open the door to his next kill. Stepping just around the end of the aisle so
he wouldn’t be seen he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a syringe
filled with dark liquid. Strolling up to
the young woman “Hey baby; looking for some time” he rolled his wrist so she
could see the ready syringe. “Oh I think
I just found a party” with a giggle and rolling her eyes. “Well let me buy your stuff and we’ll go”
with a wink they were off to the register.
Walking just two blocks to the girl’s apartment gave little
time for conversation but the girl had already told Jimmy her name that she was
new to the area, knew no one and needed a fix real bad. Shutting the door behind her and throwing the
three dead bolts, Jimmy was floating in anticipation to getting down to work. Dumping the small bag of groceries on the
counter Sara turned and stuck out her hand; she was in very much in need of a
fix. Jimmy tossed the syringe to her and she only
then did she realized she been taken.
The right hook came out of nowhere; she didn’t see it coming and her
eyes nearly pooped out of her head when the fist drove into her head hard,
snapping her neck and sending her sprawling on the floor. “Bitch” was all that was said; on top
straddling her Jimmy drove his knuckles into the soft tissue under her neck
perfectly cutting any chance of getting another breath. Eyes bulging Sara pushed off the floor with
her hips and threw Jimmies weight forward over her head. Sara had been raised with three brothers and
fighting back was engrained in her head.
Tipping forward Jimmy had no choice but to release his grasp and tumble
forward. Now laying flat across on top
of Sara, his chest across her upper chest and head; Sara bit hard and deep into
Jimmies right shoulder like a cougar.
The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth and her body with adrenalin. All knees and elbows she pushed Jimmy to the
left and connected with a wild elbow to Jimmies nose. Jimmy with a second scream of pain rolled to
his right and kicked as hard as he could in the direction of the wild cat he’d
ran into, His booted foot landed
directly on the bridge of Sara’s nose breaking it. The fight was over; Jimmy sprang like a cat
picking up a heavy wrought iron door stop that had been rolling under his back
leaving a huge bruise. He pounded it
into Sara’s face until it was bloody mush.
Lying panting on the floor with blood gushing out of his
damaged nose Jimmy listened carefully to the sounds of the building above his
labored breathing. All quiet; no running feet, no sirens. Rage
exploding Jimmy blacked out; without any conscious thought Jimmy got to work.
“Don, this is a bad one; I’ve never seen anything like it,
it’s like a pack of wolves tore her apart.”
Detective Bob Williams cautioned Detective Don Hilderman before he
entered Apartment 3B. Even from outside
you could smell the vile stench of death.
The sight that met the two detectives was far worse than the smell. It sucked the breath from their lungs; floor,
ceiling and walls turned from off white to pink to dark red, burgundy with
dried blood and pieces of stringy entrails sticking to the walls. Viscus chunks sat on books selves where they had landed; some leaving red trails as
they sank slowly to the floor. Clearly a
large section of lung hung from the cheap overhead chandelier caught on one 30
watt bulb; a stalactite of dried blood reaching eagerly towards the floor. Pooled red almost black blood escaping the
horror and flowing off toward the living room in a now dried river. Intestines partly attached to the stomach
torn and split; undigested food and feces from exploded bowels covered what
once was a small tan sofa. Detective
Hilderman holding his handkerchief over his mouth and nose slowly rotated his
eyes from left to right taking in the ghastly scene; far right next to a blood stained lamp like it was part
of the collection of blown glass orbs, was one of Sara’s eyes sitting in its
pool of mixed blood and intraocular fluid.
Detective Don Hilderman twenty seven years with the force
threw up his dinner on his and Bob Williams shoes; splashing up on both
Detectives pant legs. Eyes rolling he
turned on his heels and ran for the door. Detective Bob Williams held his vomit
all the way to the entry way; exploding his stomach contents down the door
frame and into the hallway. Cops from
three boroughs jumped and ran out of the way of the two escaping puking Detectives.
Jimmies mind still in complete insane rage stood over a pile
of ripped and tore meat that once was Sara Benson; one time daughter; part time
junky as blood dripped from his hands and clothing. Jimmy blew a large blood clot from his right nostril;
hitting and sticking to the bottom of an over turned chair. Very slowly Jimmies mind was slowing coming
down from the rage and centering on self preservation and escape. Jimmy stepped over the remains and for some
unknown reason picked up the bag of groceries off the counter with blood
covered hands and calmly walked out the front door of the apartment without
closing it and down to the street. Mouth
breathing from his blood plugged nose Jimmy used alley ways and side streets to
make it to his apartment and then waiting until no one was in sight ran for the
stairway. Placing the groceries on the
table he reeled into the shower, leaving dripping blood in his wake.
It took just twenty minutes; the first person to open their
front door, immediately smelling the stench of blow opens bowels and viscous fluids. Walking down the hallway to the open door Jan
Miller fainted straight away at the sight of the explosion of rage and
hate. Her husband hearing the thud was
fast behind her; not wanting to leave his wife, but succumbing to the most
primitive part of the brain to flee; flight took over and he ran banging into
the door frame so hard he fell and crawled to the phone; screaming hysterically
into the phone the 911 Operator had no idea what the problem was. She pulled up the address to the incoming
call and dispatched Police without knowing the problem; just that it must be
bad.
The very next morning a task force was assembled and
Detectives from eight boroughs were out in force talking to everyone in the
area. It short order they realize that
the newest crime scene was smack in the middle of numerous unsolved murders and
disappearances. After a full days
investigation it was found that they had two different person’s blood. DNA analysis was ordered ASAP.
Jimmy Duke’s apartment sat directly in the center of the pin
up board with a large map of the general area covering and hanging limp off its
sides. Around it was fifteen colored
pins depicting either missing or dead people; one being just next door to his
apartment. Jimmy was the main suspect.
Jimmy had cleaned up the apartment getting rid of bloody
clothing, shoes even the bloody grocery bag.
Its contents still sitting on the kitchen table where Jimmy now sat
wondering what prison life would be like; providing he didn’t get the death penalty.
He’d even cleaned out all his souvenirs from his other kills and bleached
everything in the apartment. He was
ready as he would ever be for them to come for him
.
The task force had decided that Jimmy was their man; they
obtained search and arrest warrants. The
knock came at 11am on the dot. Jimmy
looked up at his cheap wall clock and was kind of surprised that it took them
so long. The long arm of the law was in
slow motion. Jimmy was arrested and
asked for an attorney even before they read him is Miranda rights or asked even
one question. He was ready for them.
Ten hours of searching, down to even pilling the wall paper
off the walls found nothing. Not one
piece of evidence could be found. Every
inch of the apartment had been carefully photographed and every item logged
into evidence bags. There was not one
thing left in the apartment; not even dust.
Two days later Jimmy was dancing down the street outside of
the County lockup. Yelling at the top of
his lungs towards the Court House “YOU GOT NOTHING MOTHER FUCKERS” Jimmy was
the happiest man in the world. The DNA
came back tainted from the Detective’s barf.
The surveillance wasn’t lost on Jimmy; it was a great game seeing and
walking up saying hi to the Detectives that were watching his every move. He’d give them the finger, dancing and
laughing in their faces. They were left
with nothing to do but drive away or call to get picked up by the team.
Detective Don Hilderman was furious; he’d been embarrassed
by his puking in the crime scene.
Arresting Jimmy just to see him released; a stack of bodies five feet
deep at his feet. Even the media had
picked up on the story and was hounding him.
He poured over every photo; he’d held in his hand every single item from
Jimmies apartment. He just couldn’t find
a single clue to put Jimmy to the crimes
.
Sitting down to dinner with his wife at 10:15pm that night;
his mind on the case, nothing else. His
wife talking from the kitchen was speaking to deaf ears about her day, going to
the grocery store; all the little things that kept her busy all day long. Don felt a pin prick in his mind; what did
she just say? “Honey I missed something
you just said about what you did today…..say it again” Donna without missing a
beat started over again on her day; she was talking to no one. Detective Don Hilderman was out the door
heading to the Office; he had his case and Jimmy was going to jail or the gas
chamber
.
With the whole team assembled in the conference room with
all the hundreds of pictures and items bagged and logged from Jimmies apartment
sitting around them on tables and pinned to boards. Detective Hilderman told the team what he was
looking for; members that had taken pictures and logged items jumped to
action. Ten minutes later they were all
standing as Hilderman read the list of groceries from the blood stained grocery
receipt and marked off each item from the picture on Jimmies table.
A perfect match.
Eleven months later Jimmy Duke sat on death row still
wondering why he'd picked up the bag of groceries and took them home.
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