Kenny the Making of a Serial Killer 2

  KENNY

  - THE MAKING OF A SERIAL KILLER -

  - A Trilogy -

  Book 2

  Patrick Laughy

  Dedication

  To the memory of Vancouver Police Service Dog, Duke III.

  Acknowledgement

  Without Suzy’s help, this book would never have been written.

  ISBN:978-1-927965-38-2

  Copyright 2017

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  - September 1998 -

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  - November 1998 –

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  - December 1998 –

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  - MAY 1999 -

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  - June 1999 –

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  - August 1999 –

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  - September 1999 -

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  - December 1999 -

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  - January 2000 -

  - Y2K -

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  - April 2000 –

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  - September 1998 -

  Determined not to rock the boat until his nineteenth birthday, Kenny had been, rather reluctantly, relying on the internet to provide him with the stimulation he hungered for. But, as time passed, he was finding the ‘net wasn’t any longer quite enough to completely satisfy him.

  For several weeks now, it had taken a good deal of personal resolve to repeatedly check his desires sufficiently to prevent a rising temptation to bring the fantasies to the reality of full fruition. Although the internal pressure to do so was building, so far, he had persevered in his decision to properly prepare before making that compelling move.

  Kenny got several very nice surprises on, and shortly after his birthday in nineteen ninety-eight.

  Having been told in March that she would likely not live to see the end of the year, the old lady had thankfully managed to hang in until the first of September, although she was now often drugged out, almost completely bedridden, and obviously on her last legs.

  Kenny had been sticking to his now adopted routine of spending time with her over the past year. He had been pleased to find that the effort had apparently born fruit for him in a financial way when, in July, she’d surprised him with the announcement that he would now receive a fixed monthly salary from the business.

  He was to get two grand a month.

  Additionally, as a surprise birthday gift for Kenny, in the last week of August she had instructed Walter to take the old Ford pickup into the dealership and provided the cash for him to select a brand new full-sized pickup with all the bells and whistles. Walter had done this during his off time and arranged for delivery of the truck early on the first of September.

  After Kenny had finished his breakfast with the old lady that day, she’d presented him with a little wrapped gift box. She’d wished him a Happy Birthday and told him to take it into the office to Walter before he opened it.

  Walter was waiting for him with a big grin on his face and immediately ushered him outside onto the sun- drenched porch. The new, fire-engine-red truck, was parked in the driveway. Walter chin-gestured toward the gift-wrapped box and suggested Kenny open it up. Inside were two sets of Ford keys.

  And there was more.

  When he’d finished looking the truck over, Walter handed him an envelope.

  Kenny looked at it, noted it was from a law firm and was addressed to him. He glanced up at Walter inquisitively.

  “What’s this?”

  Walter’s grin broadened.

  “Open it up. It arrived last week. They phoned your grandmother a couple of weeks ago and said it would be coming. I think you’ll be pleased.”

  Kenny sucked in a deep breath and then released it as he tore the envelope open and pulled out a single typewritten page. It was short and to the point.

  On his nineteenth birthday, he was to receive a legacy that had been set up by his grandfather on his mother’s side, before his death. Originally the legacy had been created on a shared basis with his sister, but since she had pre-deceased him, it was now to be his in its entirety. The amount of this legacy was not indicated; however, the letter described it as considerable.

  It went on further to advise that a representative of the firm would be calling him with respect to setting up a meeting with Kenny at the house on that very afternoon.

  Kenny was astonished.

  He’d known from family gossip that the old fart had been loaded, but hadn’t the slightest inkling that any of it had been put aside for him.

  Suddenly Kenny’s whole world had changed. His somewhat clouded future had begun to look very bright indeed.

  The call from the lawyer’s office came at just after ten and a meeting was arranged for two o’clock that afternoon.

  After the call, Kenny’s mind started racing. He was on pins and needles.

  A new truck of his own. A regular amount of cash coming in every month. An undetermined inheritance from his grandfather. Granny was gonna kick the bucket any day now. No more worries. Very soon he would be able to do whatever the hell he wanted, and he had some very definite ideas of how that would go. Fantasies were going to be turned into reality for sure.

  He couldn’t wait to get started.

  With Kenny hovering around him in the room, completely hyped and impatient for two o’clock to roll around, Walter found it impossible to get any work done in the office. After about twenty distracting minutes, he suggested to Kenny that the kid forget working for the day and instead take his new truck out for a little test run.

  Kenny realized that he needed to do some serious thinking. Big changes were ahead for him. He needed to begin work on perfecting his plans as to exactly how to guarantee that he was properly prepared for the culmination of his fantasies.

  He took up Walter’s suggestion of a ride in the truck. It would give him something to do to fill in the time until the lawyer got to the house, as well as an opportunity to mentally isolate the steps he would have to take to be ready to safely turn those, by now well-developed, fantasies into reality.

  His mind was more on anticipating the upcoming changes in his life, than on the truck as he drove.

  The instant the old lady was gone he had to be ready to exercise the possibilities now provided to him by his new-found situation. He would have to move very carefully when the time came to make that first big step.

  He had managed to get away with murder once, but he fully intended to take that up far more than a notch, very soon. If he was to be ultimately successful in achieving his end goal, he was going to have to have a solid plan in place before he acted on his fantasies to ensure he avoided the attention of the police. He had no intention of being held accountable for his acts.

  To accomplish that, it was imperative that he not act on impulse, not hurry these first few, very necessary steps toward the exciting result, no matter how fervent he was about finally being able to get started.

  By the time he’d pulled back up at the house at one-thirty, he’d managed to settle himself down. He’d forced himself to rationalize his longing to get started instantly. He’d recognized and accepted the need to hold that craving in check until he was certain he was properly prepared.

  He would not make the mistakes of other serial killers. He would be ready for any eventuality that might arise. Restraining the urge to get started was not going to be easy. He could almost taste the excitement of that first real kill, but he was determined to compartmentalize that excitement at the back of his mind, and take a sensible, balanced approach
.

  He would begin his quest very gradually.

  That would mean testing uncharted waters sufficiently before taking each step.

  To ensure the complete achievement of his goals while not being caught by the police, it was imperative that his strategies were sufficiently perfected, before he made each step aimed at realizing his ambition.

  The lawyer arrived a few minutes early for the scheduled appointment. He was an old guy, impeccably dressed and driving a new BMW. Once the introductions were completed, he and Kenny went into what Granny had always referred to as the parlour. The housekeeper served them tea and once she had poured, she left the two of them alone in the room.

  The lawyer set his briefcase on the table beside his chair and opened it up. He took out some papers and settled them on his lap.

  Without further preamble, he asked Kenny if he wanted him to read the documents in their entirety or would a brief summery do. Kenny went with the second option.

  In doing so, the lawyer didn’t have a great deal to add to the gist of the letter Kenny had read earlier, but he did offer a few rather tantalizing specifics.

  Kenny was to get four million dollars. There were some strings attached. Three million was to remain in trust until he was twenty-five years old. That amount was to be invested in trust under the auspices of the law firm, and held by them until he reached that age.

  The remaining million would be his to use as he saw fit, albeit restricted to the withdrawal of amounts of less than ten thousand dollars, during any calendar month. This restriction would remain in place until his twenty-fifth birthday.

  Before leaving, the crusty old bastard presented Kenny with a chequebook on an account already made out in his name. The balance therein was listed as one million dollars. Kenny had never seen so many typed zeros in his life.

  He was giddy with the prospect of what this would mean to him.

  There was now very little left standing in the way of his being free to fully enjoy all the delights that an expanded world had on offer. That said, he cautioned himself to be disciplined and reasonably patient about making any major changes, at least until after the old lady was gone.

  That wouldn’t be easy, considering that he could envision a whole big world of pleasure out there, just waiting for him. However, he would be an idiot to upset the applecart at this point by alienating her somehow and having her change her will at the last minute, just because of some stupid thing he did.

  No…it wouldn’t be easy, but he would an idiot not to bide his time for a little longer yet.

  Without doubt, this was his best birthday ever!

  The renovations to the house had been completed. Cathy, rent free, was happily ensconced, at the far end of the enlarged structure, in her own, self-contained quarters.

  Cut out of the same physical mold and a younger version of her sister to all intents and purposes, Cathy was twenty-four years old. She was single and currently undergoing her medical internship at Vancouver General Hospital.

  A very pretty woman, Cathy attracted males like flies to sugar and when she wasn’t looking after Shaun or at work, she was rarely home. She was an outgoing and upbeat individual and almost compulsively clean and neat. Characteristics that made for very easy relationships with both Dave and Linda.

  Shaun adored Auntie Cathy and surprise of all surprises, she was a cat person. Even Murphy liked her.

  On a regular basis and as necessary, Linda adjusted her work schedule to offset Cathy’s, making sure that Dave, or one of them, was always home to look after Shaun. Both Dave and Linda were in positions that allowed them to vary their schedules if the need arose due to some sort of scheduling conflict, but in practice that necessity rarely arose.

  With the new construction now out of the way, the recent weekend pace had slowed considerably for both Dave and Linda. Often, the two of them found themselves otherwise unencumbered and during their days off spent their time puttering around the house, enjoying time with their son.

  All three of the adults enjoyed cooking and whoever happened to be home at the time, tended to prepare the meals for the entire household.

  Most of the housekeeping seemed to fall to the two women; however, Dave balanced that responsibility by taking on the yard and any handyman jobs that came up.

  Although Dave often quipped that he was now unfairly outnumbered by females, he did so in fun, regularly entreating his young son, in front of the two women, to hurry and grow up so he could have some much-needed vocal male support in the house.

  A couple of months earlier, Dave had taken his staff /sergeant exam and interview. He’d passed with flying colours and was currently shortlisted for future promotion.

  Inspector Henderson had been as good as his word. As part of his latest departmental budget for Major Crime, he had put in a request for a new position of that rank and it was currently under consideration by the powers that be.

  With a view to using their expertise in profiling to assist the detectives assigned, Dave and his little crew continued to examine all current cases under investigation by Major Crime and were now routinely coming up with some excellent results.

  In addition, over the past few months, chiefly based on some of the recently successful work done by some of the larger law enforcement agencies in the States, Dave had begun toying with the idea of setting up a separate section within his squad specifically assigned to reopen some of the department’s still active, but cold and still outstanding murder and serious crime cases.

  This idea of making a re-evaluation of the old cases, many of which had been collecting dust for decades, had also been recently prompted by David’s interest in the growing media coverage of the latest successes in the introduction of DNA evidence into the Canadian courts. DNA was now being routinely used as a trusted method for positively identifying potential suspects.

  That fact, coupled with the triumphs in court because of new evidence, which had been garnered using several other recent scientific advances relating to the analysis of old crime scene trace-evidence, now offered police forces a concrete opportunity to reassess old evidence. By applying these new scientific techniques to material that had been originally gathered at the time of the initial investigation, law enforcement could now often provide conclusive, court admissible, evidence which can then lead to the arrest and conviction of the perpetrator.

  Dave figured his department was currently missing a bet in this area. That it should be availing itself of the opportunity to have a new set of eyes. Eyes cognisant of the recent scientific leaps achieved toward the analysis of trace evidence, to take a second look at these cold cases.

  Toward this end and in his own time on the weekends, he’d begun to review some of the successes being achieved by other police forces throughout the world. The more he read, the more excited about the possibility of using this approach in his department he became.

  He’d recently discussed the concept with Linda and she had been supportive of the idea.

  Convinced it should be done, Dave kicked some ideas around in his mind for a couple of days before writing up a proposal for the creation of such a project and, with Henderson’s blessing and endorsement, submitted it upstairs.

  He did so, aware of the fact that any new investigative tool undertaken by the department was going to face an up-hill battle. New initiatives were routinely catch-twenty-two situations, in that they were rarely properly resourced, until after they had proven themselves beyond question.

  In the end, he decided not to ask for too much by way of manpower during the initially stages of the project. He reckoned a single team of experienced Major Crime detectives would be sufficient, at least to get the ball rolling.

  Knowing that new hires would probably be kyboshed as too costly, he again recommended that these first staffing positions be filled by a couple of recently retired guys. Ideally, they would be retired Major Crime detectives that could be hired back, on a month-to-month contract.

  Late in Se
ptember he was given the go ahead to run a ninety-day trail of the project, at the end of which the department would evaluate the results and decide whether or not to continue with it.

  Dave eagerly began interviewing recently retired Major Crime detectives to see if he could find a team capable of providing what he was looking for.

  It only took him three days to come up with what he wanted. By the end of the month, after the concept had been given the green light, he had found two recently retired members who were eager to take part.

  Dave then rearranged the furniture to make enough space in his allotted floorplan to cram in a couple of desks in the corner of what was already a crowded squad room. The two detectives arrived and on that first day, they promptly hauled up from the basement a couple dozen dust-covered boxes containing old cases and soon had their noses buried in stacks of time-worn reports.

  At this stage, these cold cases were still very much on the back burner for the rest of his staff, but Dave, not surprisingly, saw this new task as a personal challenge. He encouraged his fresh cold-case specialist team to initially carefully cherry-pick from the cases, suggesting they look for ones that held sufficient crime scene evidence to make it likely that they would lead to successful DNA testing.

  He continued to provide the new team as much of his own time as he could spare.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  - November 1998 –

  The weather had turned dismal. Grey days, with a seemingly never-ending drizzle.

  It was hard for Kenny to believe that it had only been two months since his birthday. Even though so much had changed in his life, to Kenny it seemed to be taking forever to have it all over and done with.

  A terrific weight had been lifted off his shoulders when the doctors had determined that Granny could no longer remain at home and would have to enter hospital. That had come about in late October.