His Next Victim

His Next Victim Part 16

His Next Victim

Chapter 15

Jade's POV

I snuck up behind the man, as soon as I was close enough; I brought my foot up and dead legged him. He dropped to his knees on the ground, but before he could stand, I threw the wire around his neck. He began struggling, and my grip loosened. I did the only thing I could think of. Slamming him into the cement ground was a little difficult seeing as I had to throw my whole body into him, but it was affective. The garrote tightened in his skin.

I could only see one side of his face, but that side was turning an unattractive purple color. He still struggled though. Just how long could this man hold his damn breath? He was like fucking David Blaine. After what seemed like thirty minutes, he stopped struggling. His eyes were lifeless. I brought my hand up to his neck to check his pulse. Nope, nothing.

Lifting myself off his body, I smiled down proudly. Jeff was making fun of my height saying I would never be able to strangle someone to death unless I had a step up ladder. Well, look at that. The man was dead and I didn't even need a stool to stand on.

I turned and smirked. "That right there is how a short person strangles someone."

Jeff let out a laugh. "I was expecting you to jump on his back, but I have to say that was a little more creative."

I just shook my head at him and reached in my back pocket. Pulling out the folded piece of paper, I opened it then looked at Jeff expectantly. He took the pen out of his shirt pocket and put it in my palm. Scanning the list, I finally found the name I was looking for. I drew a line through his name then looked at the next name.

"Okay, he lives in Seattle. His name is James Wood," I let out a sigh of frustration. "Why does he have to be so far away?"

He just looked at me like I was stupid. "Are you really just going down the list? Why don't you see who the closest is, and then we can go to them?"

My cheeks heated up. "I was just joking. Um, yeah look this guy lives about an hour away. Let's go there."

Without another word, I turned and left. There was no way I was going to let Jeff hold that over my head forever. First I'm short, now I'm stupid? I just can't seem to get my head in the game. I can't help but look behind me occasionally hoping to see a familiar man in a suit following behind.

Is it really my fault that I miss him? I pushed the sappy thought to the back of my head and hopped into the Jeep Jeff was driving. It wasn't anything like one of my babies, but it would do. Especially if we needed to ditch it for a new vehicle. The car ride was boring. The entire time Jeff made fun of me while I sulked.

Finally after what seemed like hours, we pulled up to a small camper trailer out in the middle of nowhere. I shrugged my shoulders, at least now when the man screams there won't be neighbors to hear anything. I was surprised someone would even live in a place like this. There were rust stains lining it. What looked like a hole in the middle of the door?

I shivered in disgust while jumping out of the Jeep. Walking towards the trailer, I stepped over various objects. I didn't really want to stop and look too hard at the items. Who knew what they were?

I was almost at the trailer, when I realized what the hole in the door was for. A bullet hits my chest causing me to slip and fall into the dirty litter. I could feel it soaking into my hair and clothes. The asshole was going down. Not only was I now nasty, but there was also a hole in my shirt.

"Aren't you glad you wore the vest?" Jeff taunted from beside the Jeep. I looked over at him and glared.

Jumping up, I ran to the side of the small trailer. Let's see him shoot me from right here. I reached down to the holster on my ankle. Empty. What the hell? I looked up and Jeff was standing there twirling my gun about on his finger. "Have to keep things interesting!" he called out.

What I wanted to know is why the hell the man in the house isn't shooting at Jeff. I would happily point out his location, or from that loud mouth of his it should be obvious. I kept my back to the wall as I scanned the trash for a useful weapon. The only thing I could see was a wooden plank that was about two feet long. Great, now my clothes are going to get stained.

Cringing, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled towards the board. I wrapped my fingers around it tightly feeling the hard edge bite into my skin. I crawled backwards until I bumped into the side of the trailer. Standing once more, I pressed my back against it. Sliding down the metal walls, I got to the corner and turned it quickly.

I could see the man's shot gun pointing out of the hole in the door. Now that I was closer, I noticed the small peephole above the hole. Inching closer, I brought the board down on the gun. The force of it vibrated throughout my arm, but the man lost his grip and I could hear it falling to the floor inside.

I swung the door out towards me before he had time to recover. The man's eyes widened and he made a grab for his gun. I threw the board out and connected with the man's face. I could hear a crunching noise and I smiled. The bastard deserved to be in pain for making me get dirty. Blood was flowing out of his nose, and he was stupidly clutching it.

I contemplated my options before shrugging. I already had blood everywhere, why would it matter if I bludgeoned him to death with a piece of wood? It would be kinda poetic to kill him with his own litter wouldn't it? I snapped out of my thoughts when a punch came to the side of my face. It connected and I clenched my teeth together to keep in the cry of pain.

My eyes narrowed and I turned to him infuriated. He opened his mouth to say something, but I jammed the board into his stomach causing the breath to be knocked out of him. While he was bending over clutching his stomach, I brought the plank down on the back of his head. He dropped to the ground. The board kept hitting him and hitting him until I was drenched in blood and he wasn't even twitching anymore.

"Anger issues," Jeff's voice sang from behind me.

I turned sharply and raised the board as if I was going to hit him. He stepped back with his hands in the air. "Sorry. I forgot how you don't like your issues pointed out."

I glared harder at him and walked towards him. I kept a hold of the board, planning on taking it with me. I don't need to give the government any extremely solid evidence like a murder weapon with my prints. I stepped out and lifted my shirt to whip the handle of the door. Now all the substantial evidence was gone.

"Jeff. Unless you want to look like the man in the trailer, I suggest you shut the hell up."

He flashed me his signature smile. "Of course, doll. Now, let's go to the Jeep. You have clothes in the back to change into. I know you love that shirt, but we're going to have to burn it."

I grumbled at him. He always hated this shirt, that's probably why he took my gun. He wanted me to get dirty and ruin it. I looked at him with suspicion, but his happy expression never changed. I followed after him to the back of the Jeep. Grabbing the clothes he was providing, I peeled the sticky clothing off my body and slipped on his clothes.

I looked down at the shirt and groaned. "I do not have height issues!"