Twisted city. Part eight.

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Twisted city. Part eight.

Jack told Coyote. Thank you for the good drink. I been in a cell for five days and I need the whiskey tonight. Where you from Johnnie be bad? Coyote told him, Detroit and I live everywhere now. He smiled and he told Jack, nothing is better then Johnnie Walker on a rainy September Seattle night. Coyote buy five more rounds of the whiskey and the tap beer. He reached into his pocket and he counted out $500 dollars, ensuring Jack saw the money. Jack smiled and he drank the whiskey. Coyote asked him. Where the f*****g action tonight? Jack looked serious and he asked him. Are you a cop? He told Jack, do I look like a cop? Jack smiled and he told him. You look like a sick b*****d. Coyote laughed at his words he told him. You are god damn right on the s**t.

At the back of the bar. Tiffany was watching them. She kept her distance and she tried to listen to listen to the conversation in the loud bar. She decided to go to the closest bar near the Jail. She had a gut feeling tonight. The Bondsman gave her no name and a poor description. She knew the serial killer would kill tonight? Both men were looking rough. Wild hair, old clothing and cheap shoes. The Captain of the Police Department would support her and the FBI didn't have the same belief as her belief. He gave her two extra men tonight and they were near. She had her cell phone in her hand and she could not see the men faces. She knew Jack was the one, talking loud. The other man, didn't show his face. He hid his face in the whiskey and the beer glass. She knew, the killer would be very wise. He would know his surroundings and he would know the people, who were in the bar. She drank her coke slowly and she knew. He was bold, he believe he was doing the right things and the police would not seek him. She needed some proof to get assistance from the FBI. Tiffany hair on her back was standing-up. She believe, he knew she was watching him.

Coyote bought another round and Jack treated him like a old friend. Jack was getting drunk and he told him. There a b***h and child, I need to kill. I want to kill them both very soon. Coyote told him. F**k the b***h and let's go and find some p***y. Jack liked the idea, after five day swimming in your own s**t. A woman sounded nice and he told Coyote. Let me lead you  to Deja Vu strip club. Real close and naked ladies to make us smile. They arrived at the Deja Vu strip club. Many young women walking around barely dressed. Jack slapped his back and he asked. Can you loan me some cash? Coyote gave him five twenty dollar bills. He watched the pretty young women dance to Bob Seger and Prince. Jack spend the $100 on laps dances quickly. The women were pretty and kind. Deja Vu strip club served no alcohol and the club had two large bouncers to keep them safe. He gave Jack more money and he went to the corner into a private room with a pretty gal. Coyote liked the Deja Vu. The television showed the sports and the women were so pretty. They would talk with him. Each one, a grand story. Coyote told Jack. Time to go and I am hungry as a bear. Jack smiled and he told him. I am starving Johnny be bad.

Jennifer followed them to the Deja Vu strip club and the police were near. She waiting for two hours and they appeared. They walked to the all night Cafe. Jack was eating his food quickly and he told him. I raped a woman and her child. And the police cannot touch me.  Coyote laughed at his and he told him. Someone is watching us and I believe the two men in the cop car. Watching us. We must sneak out of her quietly so they won't follow us. Jack saw the police car in the distance and woman drinking coffee alone in a suit at the back of the Cafe. Jack asked him, where you sleeping tonight? Coyote told him. I don't know yet. Jack smiled and he told him. You are my best new friend and you can have my couch. Jack was still drunk and he agreed and he told him. I appreciate and thank you. Coyote told him, in three minute. We will run for the door and escape into the alley. Lose the f*****g cops. He tossed $30 dollars on the table. Jack smiled and watched the woman. Coyote said on three. Escape. Tiffany studied her coffee and she was so tired. Little sleep for three day seeking a ghost. She raised her eyes up and the two men were gone. She called the two police officers in the car. Please find them, they escaped the Cafe.

Coyote touched his back pocket. He had the drugs ready. He prepared them in the Cafe bathroom. He had three small sharp blades in his back pocket. Safe and secure in their cases. Jack and Coyote escaped into the alley and they walked three blocks. Jack and Coyote were singing old Army songs. Jack told him, around the corner is my home. I believe we lost the f*****g cops. Coyote smiled and he took off the safety off the needle and Jack asked him. What is the hell is that? Coyote injected into Jack's neck the drugs. Jack fall down and he start making strange noises. He tried to kick, he cannot. Coyote lowered himself and he whispered. "So much to do and no time to do it. So much to do and no-time to do it." He whispered into Jacks ear. Tell the Devil, I said hello you f*****g b*****d. He pulled down Jack's pant and underwear. Jack cannot speak and he was afraid. Coyote take out the three blades and he put one blade into the right eye of Jack. Jack tried to scream. The second blade he put into his gut. Coyote wanted a slow bleed. He take Jack's penis, cut it off from the balls. He put the last knife into his bleeding groin area. He put the penis into Jack's mouth. Coyote stood and he watched for a minute. He hear a noise and he saw a woman coming toward him in the distance. He ran for a old building and he kicks in the backdoor and he escape into the Seattle night from the front door of the small store. Coyote feared, death was near.

Tiffany saw one man kick in a back door and it create fear. She saw a man laying on the ground. He was barely alive and shaking. She knew this was the work of the serial killer. She called the officers and she told him. He is heading into the city and we have a man dying. Please call the emergency service ASAP. Her second call was the FBI. The ambulance came quickly and after 10 minutes. She talked to s senior FBI agent. She described him. Not old, long hair and light beard. Tiffany went to Jack and he whispered to her. F*****g Johnny be bad, killed my old a*s and he was dead. The FBI agent asked. What do you need? Nothing now, it is too late. He had escaped into the night. The ambulance driver and his helper, the police officers surrounded the dead body. She heard them say, this is the rapist Jack scums bag.  Damn saint killed the b*****d. They turned around and they faced Tiffany. She handed them her FBI ID and she described the man to them. She knew. They would not look for this man. He was a hero to them. He did, what they couldn't do.

Coyote goes to his truck and he take his travel bag out. He goes to a all night store and gas station nearby. The worker didn't look at him. He found the bathroom. He take out a razer and sharing cream. A electric hair trimmer and tossed a pair of short, new tennis shoes and a Detroit Tiger t-sheet to the ground. He shaved, he gives himself a high and tight haircut. He had been cutting his hair for 20 years now. He was good at it now. He take off the clothing he was wearing and he puts on the pair of short pant, the t-sheet and the new shoes. He looked at the mirror in the bathroom and he looked like a new man. He cleaned-up the sink and he put the old clothing into the travel bag. He looked at the mirror, a second time. He saw something different in his appearance. He knew. When you kill. The darkness will stay with you. He bought a coffee from a tired woman and he dropped off the travel bag in the large trash can on the side of the building. He went to his truck and he drove to Beatrice house. It was 4 am and he knew. 2 pm tomorrow, him and Beatrice will have the grand opening for his new book.

Was a five minute drive to Beatrice home. He tried to sneak into her house and he walked quietly into her bedroom. She was sleeping and he watched her sleep. Dear Beatrice been his strength for many years. He laid in bed with her and he wrapped his arms around her. She whispered to him. I sensed you were in Seattle and please try to sleep some. A big day for you today.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

you are going to have to publish a book to record all your writing efforts
a mighty effort
Also, I'm betting you are glad not to be in Texas these days with the heat soring

[Coyote Poetry]

This my last book needing a re-write. I wrote in three days in Monterey in 1992. 200 pages needing a proper re-write. Thank you Dave for reading and the comment.