Under the Spotlight

Chapter Three

He has never killed a person before.

There's a strange mixture of nerves and fear bundled inside of him while he waits for his victim, uncertain if he is making a good decision. The humidity from the brewing storm sticking to all of the surfaces of his car, making it start to feel too hot. It's uncertain how much longer the Unknown Subject can wait outside of the bar for his victim.

According to his source, this officer likes to spend his evenings getting drunk— sitting in the bar until it closes at one in the morning. Then, he'll track down an Uber to bring him home.

The Unknown Subject plans to intercept the police officer before he can flag down a car. His license plate is already covered and his car is generic enough to pass as any other car. All he has to do is get the victim inside of the vehicle and the rest should be easy.

Sweat coats the palms of his hands inside of his thick, black gloves. He can feel his fingers slowly fatten from the heat, making his joints stiff and painful. It'll be harder to kill a cop with a stiff hand, but the suspect will find a way to manage.

It's a quarter to one o'clock by the time the officer stumbles out of the bar. He can barely walk the couple of feet to the curve. The Unknown Subject climbs out of their car, watching as the man sluggishly pats himself in search of his cellphone.

When he pulls his phone from his pocket, he drops it onto the ground. The suspect uses this time to approach his victim, keeping his head tilted away from the bar's cameras. "You ordered an Uber?" He questions in a fake German accent.

Forgetting all about his phone, the officer smiles. "Yes, yes," he agrees. When he stands, he almost collapses into the suspect. "I believe I left my phone in the bar."

Taking the victim's hand, the hotshot killer assists the cop into the backseat of his car. It is certainly a lot easier to kidnap a cop than he thought it would be. The suspect had been certain that there would be some type of fight.

The victim's gold watch glints from the streetlights hanging above them, flashing at the Unknown Subject. He studies the watch carefully, considering it to be a wonderful gift to bestow on a friend.

As he drives to the secondary location, the soon-to-be killer feels small flickers of guilt and remorse. He even has half a mind to pull out of his plan and spare the officer's life.

"Earlier today, I met the CassieNova Sanchez," the man begins. He leans against the back of the driver's seat. Even with the distance between them, the suspect can smell the alcohol on the cop's breath. "She's just as hot in person as she is on the big screen."

"Oh yeah?" The driver inquires.

The man chuckles in a way that makes the suspect's insides shrivel with discomfort. "Yeah. The things I would do to that woman." He flops back in his seat, leaning against the door. "I even got to escort her back to her house, so I know where she lives." The cop hiccups. "I may just make a few visits to her home to investigate a few things."

The cop's words are the reminder that the suspect needs to keep going. This man is despicable. He needs to be taught a lesson before being sent straight down to hell.

And the Unknown Subject is just the man to do it.