The twisted city. Chapter twelve.

People are not born monsters. They are taught to become monsters..

The twisted city. Chapter twelve.

(People are not born monsters. They are taught to be monsters.)

Tiffany ran into her room and she started making phones calls to the FBI office. Coyote stood outside the hotel and the night whispered to him. "Stay away her. She is your killer." He goes back inside the hotel and he goes to the desk. He told the clerk, could he leave a message for Tiffany. The young lady who just came in with him? The clerk smiled and the young woman told him. Yes sir and she gave him, a pen and paper. He wrote.

"Dear Tiffany, I apology for not coming today. I must do many things today. Maybe, I will see you soon. I enjoyed your company. Please stay safe and please try to have some fun. Life is very short and we must ensure. Everyday is a good day.

John"

He gave the letter to the clerk and the young woman put the letter into a envelope and sealed. He thanked her and he left the hotel. Tiffany spread out many sheets of paper on the hotel bed. She gave the name of John Coyote to the overnight FBI agent on the phone. She told him, he was a writer. She hung the phone and she waited. She believe John was the killer and she didn't believe, he could be the serial killer. He was kind and intelligent. After fifteen minutes. The phone rang and the FBI agent told her. He had used three names. John Coyote, Coyote and his real name John Castellanos. John Castellenas was born in Detroit and a soldier for 12 years. His home address, he uses is in Seattle. He is rich. He sold many books and he traveled. No record of any kind. I will send you his war record in the morning. Tiffany thanks the man and she hung the phone-up. She undressed to her panties only. She was too tire to find her sleeping clothing. She laid on the soft bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blankets. She fought the needed sleep. Her mind running in a thousand directions. She tossed in her mind. 10,000 active writers traveling in the USA. John Coyote traveled the complete year and to every major city. In his books, she read. He was called the dark poet. He didn't write about death or murder. He wrote about war, life and love. She was hunting a ghost.

They say in New York City, the killer could change faces in seconds. He was a low-key type man with a kind personality. Easy to forget. In Los Angeles, they say he was a shape-shifter. He could become a raven or a wolf. If John Castellanos was the serial killer. He would not be easy to set-up. He would not give-up either. She laughed when a mother told her in Dallas. The serial killer was a Nagual. A powerful Nagual, who could see into your heart and soul. She read three of Coyote books. Two poetry and one short story. Some of the stories told of the coldness of life and some of the stories told of the beauty of nature. Some of the poetry burned with the emotion of love and passion. She finally found sleep and at 9 am. The phone rang and a FBI agent had more information. He told her. John Castellanos had many decorations. He had killed many in war. Be careful with him. He knows how to kill. Many soldiers become twisted. A possibility, they are seeking him in Mexico? she hung up the phone and she wanted to return to New York city. She hated her job sometimes. This serial killer, killed only bad people. She needed to talk more to him about his life and his belief. She knew. Sometimes the Devils wear Angels faces.

She laid on the hotel bed and she wonder. Could a good man, be a serial killer? She told herself. No.

Coyote went to Beatrice apartment and he took a long shower. He crawled in her bed and he tried to not bother her. He loved her so much. Beatrice and Sara, only real kindness. He can know now. The madness of his sickness had overtook his sanity.  He had a nightmare. Was in New York City. He followed a man to a dark building. He saw the son of a b***h forcing three young girl to do heroin. They were barely thirteen and chained to a bed. Half-naked. The man made the girl addicts and they barely could think and move now. He sang his song for the first time. " So much to do, no time to do it. So much to do, no time to do it." He would be his first killing of the sick people in his world. He knew of this place. A mother was near and she told him. He had my daughters, please help me. He used the desert drugs of Death valley. He walked up to the grinning man and he shot the drugs into the man throat. The man fell to the ground and he was kicking and he couldn't scream. He released the chains of the three girls and he told the three girls. Go to your mother outside and never return. He remembered them running away. He goes to the door of the building and he locked the door. He returned the crying man. The man knew. He had truly met the Devil. Coyote got close and he whispered. Tell the Devil, hello for me. You are lucky. You will paid for your sins on earth and in hell. He opened his backpack and he brought out four stakes. Slowly he put one on each hand and then the feet. He sat near the dying man. He wanted the man to die slowly. He smiled and he told the man. I see great suffering for you f*****g a*****e in hell and I hope you paid forever for your deeds and sins. The man tried to scream and he could not. After three hours, Coyote crushed his face into the cement. He awoke sweating and reaching for the sky.

Beatrice reaches over and she held him tightly. Caressed his face like a child. She whispered I love you John and she kisses his face and his lips. He returned the kisses and he told her. I love you  Beatrice. He falls again and he dreamed he is at Tipsoo Lake in the Cascade mountains. He is sitting on one of the four blessed rocks near the water and many shadows were dancing around him. A shadow sat across from him and the shadow became a old man. He knew the old man. Was a teacher to him, once upon a time. The old man smiled. You made me wear my traveling clothing Johnnie Coyote. The old man reached over and he took his hand. He told him. You are black with death Johnnie. Your hands are blood red and your heart is blood red. If you don't stop the murdering. Death will take you very soon. Us Nagual, we are healers, us Nagual, we are herbalist. We do not kill. You are the dreamer. Once you saw good visions, now your visions had turn black. You can't kill evil and not become more evil. He came to Coyote and he whispered. Death is near and he saw the face of Tiffany, he saw the eyes of Tiffany.

He awoke and he heard Beatrice making eggs and bacon. He could smell the strong coffee and he went to her in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her. He told her. Hello sweetie, did you miss me? She smiled and she told him. Johnnie, I don't want to be alone no-more. Please stay with me and maybe. We can create a real life? He told her. I will leave you only on book tours and if you want. Please come with me. I must leave tonight for four days book tour and I will return on 16 September and you will be stuck with me, if you want? She smiled and she whispered. yes Johnnie, this is what I need and want. He told her. I left four new books on the bed, please look at them. I need your editing skills. He knew, she would rewrite them properly. He knew how she thoughts after 15 years together. She was a perfectionist and he needed her to make his work. Worthwhile. She didn't mind, they were lovers and they were friend for many years. He was glad she wanted more. He needed her to keep his sanity. He loved her beautiful face and he asked her. Why do you love me dear Beatrice. She laughed and she told him. Become we are both loco. We love words more then life.

Coyote hugged her and he told her. I will take the truck. He asked her. Can I buy you lunch today? She told him no. I must go to the college and I must go to the publisher. He whispered to her. All work and no play. Will leave poor Beatrice. Sad and lonely. She told him. Please come back to back, safe and sound. I do worry about you.

At 5 pm , he goes to the garage. Open the garage and he looked at his old Dodge truck. 180,000 miles on her and she ride like a new vehicle.  He had loved this truck for 12 years. He knew he was lucky. Beatrice paid his bill, took care of the truck and ensure he paid his taxes. He looked inside the glove compartment and found the insurance and registration. He told the sun. Thank you beautiful Beatrice. He didn't like driving and sometimes. He had to. Today he needed Mt. Rainier. Was a long drive and he wanted to go to Myrthe Falls. He checked his bag. He had his three favorite books, some sage and his ancient teepee. He held his crystal in his hand and he told the ghost, his Cheyenne friends. Thank you for the knowledge. I will seek calm and peace for four days at the Cascade Mountains. He found the peyote bag and he put the Jim Morrison tape into the cassette recorder. He drove away from the apartment and Jim Morrison was singing L.A woman.

Tiffany was given the note and she was pissed off at the hotel front desk. She read the note and she knew. John Castellanos was playing hide and see. Now the game had began. She knew he feared her and she was trying to set him up. She knew she had lost him and she must find him again. Coyote remembered the note and he laughed. He knew. A piss-off woman can be dangerous. This was the first time, anyone got close to him.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.