Kenny the Making of a Serial Killer 2 Page 2

  It had only been a first step of course. She was still alive, but at least she would soon be out of the house and then he could begin to make some meaningful changes.

  Kenny was confident about how he would handle this eventuality. While he’d hoped that she would just die at home and get it over with, he’d figured that it would probably not be that simple. He’d forced himself to be patient, continuing with the daily routine, spending time and meals with her right up until the decision to hospitalize had come.

  Meanwhile he’d used his free time to do research on the computer.

  He’d read everything he could find on serial killers. His main intent was to find out what mistakes they had made. How they had been caught. Kenny didn’t intend to fall into that trap once he started his wonderful new life.

  He’d also learned everything he could about those who had never been caught.

  His third research project over that period had revolved around the best way to initiate his scheme. Some stuff he’d already worked out – disposal of bodies for example. Few investigations ever got anywhere if no bodies were ever found. He was satisfied that he already had that aspect worked out.

  Witnesses to the acts themselves. He was kicking that one around. It seemed to him that the best idea there, was to ensure that there were no witnesses to the acts but him.

  However, it also seemed sensible for him to use a ‘cut-out’ in the initial procurement stages of selecting his victims. A single person who he could safely repeatedly use to seek out the right quarry and bring them to him. That way, he wouldn’t need to have any direct preliminary tie to the victims. He was still working on that one.

  But he had managed to pick out the actual source of prey. That was a no-brainer.

  ‘Boystown’, situated at the foot of Homer Street in Vancouver, which catered to men who were looking for sex with teenage males. This area would obviously provide him with plenty of delightful subjects, the clear majority of whom were apparently runaways, kids. Kids who would very likely not be seriously missed if they suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth.

  All the research had left him giddy with anticipation now that the old lady was soon moving out of the house. He could begin to set things up in preparation for putting his plans to act out on his fantasies, into action.

  He was about to expand both his territory and his research.

  Granny would be going into Vancouver General Hospital for assessment within the week, and he would dutifully visit her everyday. Visiting hours started at seven in the evening and Kenny was going to be there on the dot. After each visit, he was going to pop on down to the ‘Boy’s town’ area and surreptitiously complete his research on how to safely go about selecting specific prey. He was very excited about the prospect of undertaking this portion of his preparatory work for victim selection.

  He could hardly wait for the ambulance to transport Granny, so he could begin his provisions to rid himself of unwanted staff and have the house to himself.

  When that day finally came, he rose early and had a hearty breakfast. On the porch, surrounded by Walter, the housekeeper, and the nurse, he did his best to play the part of a somber grandson as the old woman was loaded into the ambulance.

  Once the ambulance headed down the driveway, he asked Walter to join him in the office.

  There he advised him about the changes he was going to make.

  He told Walter he was going to give him a raise and planned on building him an office and small house across from the yard, at the front of the property. Walter would then have the day-to-day responsibility for the running of the company. Kenny went on to explain that he wanted to keep his hand in a little, so he would continue to do the cleaning of the equipment and the spreading of the loads of chips that came in on the trucks each day, but he would leave most everything else to Walter.

  Walter, who was currently engaged to be married, was excited at the suggestion and readily agreed to the idea. Kenny tasked him to immediately select an architect and contractor to begin work on the new buildings.

  That out of the way, Kenny promptly terminated the employment of the nurse and the housekeeper, giving them both excellent reference letters and generous severance packages.

  Two days later the only sharing of the house Kenny faced was temporary, that of Walter from nine to five, Monday to Friday. Plans for the office and house complex had been selected and a contractor had been hired to begin work on the projects starting in two weeks.

  The estimated time for completion of the construction was roughly six months.

  Kenny wished it could be less, as he was eager to begin his program to reach his fantasy goal, but once again, counselled himself to be patient and make good use of the delay by way of continuing his research, expanding what he’d already done on the computer and taking some concrete steps toward physically studying the area from which he would be selecting his potential sexual playthings.

  Kenny had been sheltered from the real world for most of his life and it was time for him to spread his wings and commence educating himself on the street life of the big city.

  He looked up maps and familiarized himself with the area where the teenage male stroll was centered and plotted out a route that would take him directly from the hospital to the area in question. He planned to make his initial recon on the first night, after visiting Granny in the hospital.

  Driving in the city was alien to him at the best of times and typical of November, darkness fell early, and it was raining heavily.

  Relying on his memory, he found it much more difficult than he had anticipated to follow the route that he had prepared for this first trip from North Vancouver to the hospital. He got lost several times, and had to pull over and park long enough to turn on the interior light in the pickup, find his current location on the map, and then refresh his bearings.

  By the time he arrived and got parked in the massive, tiered garage adjoining the hospital, he was sweating profusely and so unnerved that he had to sit in the truck for almost half an hour before he felt capable of making his way into the hospital itself.

  He’d expected the building to be large but was astounded by its actual size. The hospital complex consisted of several buildings and it was huge!

  He wandered about for some time before managing to find an information desk where a chatty, half-witted, ancient crone, with a name tag attached to her drooping bosom identifying her as ‘Mildred’, finally understood what he needed to know and gave him directions to the correct building and ward.

  It seemed to take him forever to make it to the correct building and once inside he immediately found himself lost in a sea of people; a seemingly endless maze of hallways, stairs, and elevators crammed full of bodies, all in a hurry and often impeding his comfort zone and the path ahead.

  Kenny was not used to having to deal with large numbers of strangers. He found being jostled about among the throng very uncomfortable. Uncomfortable to the extent that he was having some difficulty in breathing by the time he got to the right ward.

  Once there, he had to pause for a few moments to compose himself enough to put on the proper face, displaying at least some semblance of sincerity and confidence, before he was able to enter her private room.

  The trip had taken him a good half-hour longer than he had anticipated.

  Thankfully, Granny was heavily medicated, and although she did appear to recognize him when he came in, she kept drifting off and was unable to hold a train of thought long enough to carry on a conversation.

  Despite that, Kenny stayed for the full half-hour remaining in the visiting hours. He did this, not to satisfy the old lady if she even noticed, but to give himself a chance to feel at least partialy back to normal before leaving.

  When the end of visiting hours was announced, he braced himself for the ordeal of running the gauntlet of humanity that would be required for him to make his way back to his truck and struggle his way through the jostling crowds and back to the parking
garage.

  It had been hell.

  He’d lost his way in the maze of buildings three times and had panicked on every occasion. In the end, he was forced to seek assistance each time.

  Once safely ensconced inside the cab of the truck, he put his window down and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.

  He immediately took several heavy drags.

  He was worn out, stomach in a knot and sweating profusely.

  The thought of leaving and going into the center of the city to reconnoiter the ‘boy’s town’ area rather than proceeding directly home, had completely lost its appeal. He decided he would leave that until tomorrow night when, based on what he’d had to endure on this first visit, he would be better prepared for the effort the whole thing would require from him.

  He then checked the planned route for the retutn trip on his map, carefully, closed his window, and started up the truck.

  It took a great deal of determination for him to force himself to maneuver back out onto the street and from there, into the darkness and pouring rain to begin the trip back home.

  Over the past two months things on the home front had been going relatively smoothly for Dave.

  Having Cathy around to help with keeping an eye on Shaun on the occasions when both he and Linda were working, was a godsend.

  Of late, he was, however, a little concerned that his sister-in-law seemed to be burning the candle at both ends with the result being an obvious loss in weight and an inkling of burnout.

  Cathy’s workload was intense of course, but from Dave’s perspective it wasn’t her work schedule that seemed to be taking the toll, it was her excessive social activities. Those had recently been expanding.

  These days it seemed to Dave, that if she wasn’t at work or caring for her nephew, she was out on the town partying.

  Dave had never been particularly judgemental when it came to Cathy. After all she was young, single, very good looking and a definite extrovert. Live and let live was an idiom that had served Dave well for his entire life. That said, he did care for his sister-in-law and his concern for her well-being had reached the point where he figured he needed to talk to Linda about it, to find out if she felt he had real cause to worry or that he was simply misreading the signs.

  Linda had always been ‘big-sister’ protective of Cathy.

  With that fact in mind Dave knew he had to tread softly.

  He bided his time and broached the subject carefully one evening when Cathy was out as she, Dave and Shaun were sitting down to dinner.

  “Cathy sure looks beat lately – is she eating properly? She seems to be losing weight and doesn’t quite seem to be herself…”

  He forked in a mouthful and let the question hang so Linda could have a chance to evaluate it before responding.

  Linda paused in cutting her meat and put down her knife and fork. She then let out a little sigh and frowned across the table at him.

  Dave initially took the look on her face as one of displeasure, but when Linda’s shoulders drooped, and she bowed her head, he realized that was not the case.

  He kept his mouth shut and waited for her response.

  “Yes...I’ve been worried about her for a few weeks now.

  Her workload at the hospital is heavy, but she’s able to handle that with no problem. It’s all the carousing and late nights that are wearing her out. There’s more to it than that though. She seems somewhat driven to live her free hours to the full at a time when she should be more concerned with her education and workload…

  Don’t get me wrong, she’s always been one to max out socially, but of late it seems as though that aspect of her life appears to be more important to her that anything else.”

  Dave nodded.

  “Well I’m glad its not just me who thinks so. What’s it all about, has she found some special guy or something?”

  Linda took a sip from her wine glass and shook her head.

  “No, that was my first thought, but she says not.

  It’s almost like she’s seeing how many different guys she can party with. It seems to me its not about the relationships, its all about having as much fun a she can with as many men as she can.”

  Linda lifted her fork and pushed some food around on her plate and then sighed deeply again before continuing.

  “However you look at it, its not healthy and she needs to take a good look at what she’s doing to herself. If you’ve noticed the change too, I’d better have a talk with her. Leave it with me.”

  In mid-November Henderson called Dave into his office and told him that the decision had been made regarding the new staff/sergeant position for Major Crime. It had been approved. He then told Dave that he had asked the Chief to fill the position by way of promoting Dave from within the squad.

  Henderson hadn’t yet received a confirmation of that possibility, but at the time, the Chief had informed him that there were several promotions being made before the end of the month to fill new vacancies, and that Dave would be making staff/sergeant when that came to pass.

  When Dave left Henderson’s office he was comfortably confident that he would be named as the new staff/sergeant for Major Crime and with that behind him, he began to think about who he would like to replace him in the position of sergeant.

  He had put so much of himself into the job and with the new cold-case experiment almost two-thirds of the way through it’s trial, he didn’t want to see it fail.

  By the time he got back to his own office he already had an idea of who he could rely on to fill the spot. Someone with the same energy he’d given it. Ed Hamilton, who he’d partnered with in the youth squad, and who had recently passed his sergeant’s exam and interview.

  If promotions were coming shortly, it was likely that Ed would make the cut. Ed was a known entity for Dave. The two had always worked well together.

  He figured if he approached Henderson to ask for Ed as his replacement (if he was successful at making the new staff/sergeant position), it was likely he would be able to get the Inspector’s support.

  The real question was, could he sell Ed on the idea of moving to Major Crime?

  Ed was currently working in the drug squad and seemed to be happy there. Dave knew it was kind of early in the game, but he figured he’d sound out his old partner on the idea, sooner rather than later.

  Dave gave Linda a call and discussed it with her. She suggested he invite Ed over for diner that night.

  She pointed out that Ed was recently divorced, and Linda ventured to guess that he’d probably be up for a home cooked meal, which in turn would hopefully put him in a mellow frame of mind and more open to considering Dave’s proposal.

  Dave laughed and agreed that after a few drinks and a good meal, Ed would indeed probably find the idea more palatable.

  As soon as he’d finished speaking with Linda, he called Ed to extend the invitation and as Linda had surmised, his old partner had welcomed the idea of a home-cooked meal, with open arms.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  - December 1998 –

  It had been snowing intermittently for days and there seemed to be a never-ending layer of slush covering the roads.

  Despite the urgency he felt to get things rolling, try as he might for over a week Kenny had not been able to make that intended first recon trip down to ‘Boystown’ after his visits to Granny.

  It had taken him that long to become conditioned enough to feel reasonably self-assured about his ability to deal with all it would entail.

  The traffic congestion and stormy weather, coupled with the idea of extending his time away from home by another half-hour to accommodate the additional side trip, was more than a little daunting.

  That after being subjected to the trauma of dealing with the suffocating mass of humanity afforded by attending the hospital itself seemed very intimidating.

  He told himself that it was nothing to be overly concerned about. After all, he had been insulated from this type of human congestion since birt
h and had come to accept that a learning curve to deal with it now was only natural.

  In early December, he finally felt ready, and after carefully studying his map, he left the hospital parking lot and made his way down to the foot of Homer street. After circling the block twice, he found a parking spot on Hornby, hallway up from the intersection.

  With a sigh of accomplishment and relief, he shut the truck off and lit up a cigarette to quiet his nerves.

  What the internet had told him was quickly confirmed.

  Young men in small groups or on their own were irregularly spaced on the corners and along the street. There was no way to ignore the obvious, the majority were provocatively dressed and clearly displaying their wares for the parade of slowly moving vehicles that, despite the mixed rain and snow, leisurely cruised by on the street.

  Kenny let his eyes shift from individual to individual.

  There was very definitely a goodly amount of prime meat on show.

  He was ecstatic.

  Just the sight of them gave him a hard-on.

  Just like the internet said, here they were, hot little numbers.

  Most of them appeared to be in their early to mid-teens, with the odd older guy thrown in.

  Some unsavory lowlifes for sure, but that was OK.

  It didn’t take long for the side windows in the truck to fog up as he watched. He welcomed it as he felt safely concealed from view.

  To keep the delectable smorgasbord of delicious boys being displayed, he simply had to turn on the wipers from time to time to clear the droplets and then wipe the inside of the windshield directly in front of him with his shirt-sleeve.

  He felt like a kid in a candy shop.

  He promptly unbuttoned his 501’s, hauled it out, and began to masturbate leisurely.

  He came quickly, but completely engrossed in the eye-candy before him, continued to stroke his still-swollen member with vigour.

  He had no idea how long he had been happily enjoying himself, when his concentration was abruptly interrupted by a thud on the outside of his driver’s-door window.