The Devil Walks Among Us; Book l - Completed 4/21/22

Happy Halloween

October 2019

"Are you sure it's her, Karen? I always liked Mia." Laurie sighed, tapping her pen on the islander in her kitchen that doubled as a secret entrance to her safe room - the basement. Compared to by Karen, it reminded her of a Jigsaw trap like in the Saw movies.

"Yes, mom," Karen replied, opening her pocket-sized notebook in front of her. "I did as much digging as I could do without getting in trouble. He's been driving her to and from work since she's gotten farther along during her...pregnancy..."

"W-What? She's pregnant? Surely not by him-"

"I don't know, mom. I know for sure that last year, she was assigned to Michael's case with Dr. Sartain."

"How are you so sure that he's been driving her?" Laurie questioned, her lip quivering.

"Well, according to the coworkers I've asked that have been on their lunch break the same time Mia was leaving her shift, they explained him to be an older man with a white beard and an ugly eye, so you tell me."

"How can he be so content with living like a person? He's a monster. Frank should've killed him when he had the chance-"

"I'm sure he would have, but you don't know what happened that night. You're stressing yourself out again and I know it's because Halloween is coming up, but there's nothing we can-"

"Yes, there is. Michael needs to die by my hands. He's been after me for forty years, Karen. If your friend is carrying his child, well, I don't know what to do about that except hope that she has enough sense to do what's right. Considering she let him into her house, I doubt that it's an option," Laurie growled. "I need to kill him."

"And how are you going to do that, mom?" Karen sighed, shaking her head.

"We take what's his. We lure him here and into the trap. You know what I'm talking about."

"And how do we do that?"

"We get her."

Karen scoffed, "Mom, that's crazy. She did nothing wrong-"

"She did everything wrong, Karen. She went behind her oath behind her license. She's been housing him!" Laurie shouted, rage taking over her senses.

"Okay? What do you suggest we do then? Because kidnapping isn't really something I would do. I don't even want to hold a gun anymore let alone help you go after the man that drove you to how you are now-"

"You know what? I'll do this all myself. I'll figure it out. I have a couple of days."

"Mom, no. This is a bad idea."

"And so was letting him live this long." Laurie stated, standing to her feet before going towards the phone and the phone book, looking through her list of old friends that she knew would help...

Tommy Doyle.

The hot-headed, six-foot-one former football player who got kicked off of the team for his constant rage against other players and not in a good way. He was perfect for the job. Laurie smirked to herself as she was glad she kept tabs with Tommy, thankful that she and his older brother were a couple briefly.

"Hello?" He grumbled, answering the phone after numerous rings.

"Tommy, it's Laurie."

"Oh, L-Laurie? I'm sorry. I was asleep."

"At two in the afternoon?" She scoffed. "Listen, can you do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is. I'm working tonight."