The man Harry has been following for the last three weeks is a brown skinned man with luscious dark hair. Sometimes he wears a beard. Other times he shaves it and goes with a naked face. Either way, he is a very good looking man and Harry can see why a taken man chose to cheat on his partner just to have sex with him one time.
Harry doesn't want to have sex with him though. Not really. He wants to kill him and cum on him. Because that's just about all he deserves.
In order to do so though, he needs to catch him off guard. The only problem is this man doesn't own a car. He calls a car service to take him everywhere he goes and he doesn't come outside until he knows the car is there. When he goes home, the driver waits until he's inside before they leave. That means he is hardly alone where Harry can grab him and take him away without people seeing.
Because of this, it requires a more hands on approach. It requires following him to a bar he chooses and actively trying to get his attention. This is extremely risky of course. He's only ever done this with the second victim he killed. But this has to be done.
The fact that this man willingly initiated a sexual encounter he knew he shouldn't have had is disgusting. People who do that are worse than prostitutes to Harry. They are the true scum. And they must be eliminated.
Ironically, Mr. E works at the Department of Motor Vehicles. When he gets off from work at the DMV, he walks straight to the car that's picking him up at the front door and goes home. Although him being home alone does open up the oportunity for Hary to go in and try to make his move, it's too risky for his method of operation. As said before Harry likes for things to be organized. He likes when things are executed to plan.
Harry likes to kidnap vvictims where they are but strangle and kill them at Long River before be shoots them. If something goes wrong and he ends up having to kill Zayn before he leaves the house, or if one of his neighbors sees him trying to kidnap him, it's over. And it can't be over. There are too many whores still walking the city of Xavier for it to be over.
So instead of grabbing him when he gets off work that evening, he follows his car to the same gay club he found Mr. E the first time. Apparently this is one of the places he frequents. But it makes sense if he's gay and his intention is to sleep with as many taken men as possible just for the thrill of it.
Harry still has the car his grandmother bought him. But he wanted take the white van he bought for himself, the one that reminds him of the work van his father used to have. If the goal is to lure Zayn outside alone by offering sex at another location, he needs to be able to take him right to the river and do what he wants to do to him. The van is his kill room. His only kill room. It's what has helped him elude the police and FBI.
After parking his van, he leaves his gun under the seat, gets out and walks inside the club. Harry isn't much for this type of scene. So he already looks quite out of place when he gets inside. Blue jeans and a baggy pattern shirt. Not exactly the clubbing type of outfit. But also people will look right over him and decide not to see him as a potential threat. So that works too.
Since he doesn't want to get drunk getting a drink he's familiar with isn't an option. Therefore, when he gets to the bar, he asks for the least alcoholic cocktail he can think of. A grapefruit rosemary mimosa. Now he can give the appearance of drinking without doing too much drinking. Because tonight is not the night to impaired.
After he's been drinking alone a while, he finally sees Mr. E making his way in his direction, but not for him. He stops at a man who is two seats down. Harry listens, but doesn't say anything.
"Hey, you." Mr. E says to the man.
"Hi, there."
"What's your name?"
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When the Killers Come Out » Zarry 🔞⚠️✅
FanfictionWhen two serial killers terrorize a city at the same time, an investigation leads to a link no one saw coming. *** Over the last year, five different men have turned up dead at Long River. All naked, strangled, and with a single gunshot between the...