Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 19- A Killer Instinct

Two and a half months pregnant and her stomach was slowly growing. There was nothing of note; no kicking. But she was glowing more than ever. And I could not complain, almost every night, she would practically ravage me and I do not mind. Her soft skin against mine, her pulling at me in every way-ugh...I'm her slave....It is even worth the mood swings and staying up with her in the early morning with the morning sickness.

As far as the flash drive, I had no option to look at it. Each time I tried, Ava tore me to shreds with lustful motions and I was NOT going to turn her down. But last night, I was able to. I slid it into the side of my computer with headphones before finding it was password protected. Trying two attempts, I froze, trying to think. I entered things I knew about him before then applying our addresses, birth dates, small details-and it all telling me no. Growing with frustration, I remembered the woman who resembled Ava and looked up Victor and found a photo of him with her. The website was of an online paper called the Porsehill Weekly and a photo of him standing beside her with award-winning smiles. The article itself spoke of a woman named Clara. Doing my research on her, I found that it was the same Clara married to Rodger in 2003.

I then was stealthy in retrieving her file and finding it larger than Ava and mine. This one had photos of him with Clara, sensual photos. Ones I can never erase from memory. I then returned and compared the internet with his files and found a date. The dates were always a different year, but the day itself and the month were the same. 11-24. I took a deep breath and inserted it into the computer before being granted access to this file.

In the flash drive had been two folders. One labeled AVA and the other CLARA. Inside each ones had been records of both women dating back to their adolescence. Some even before that. Shot records, newspaper articles, parent's divorce papers, Matthew's birth certificate. But there was one thing in Clara's that was not in Ava's...a death certificate.

I suddenly realized a horrid truth that shook me to my core. Rodger...the name rang familiar when I saw it, but I had ignored it-thinking it was just a deja vu moment. But then I saw his photo. Rodger Kinnley. Victim #2. He lied, patrolling online for young girls; meet them, rape them, and leave them for dead. One survived and I caught him just before he took her life. The woman he tried to kill was his own wife...Rodger had been my second victim, and I had been the laziest with him. I enjoyed the euphoria of this kill, not caring of my evidence left behind. What if Clara had seen? Is it just coincidence that Victor was this close?

Piecing it in my head...I discovered Clara died from a suicide of sleeping pills and alcohol. Victor attempted to get a second autopsy-but could not since he was not family or close friend. Quickly, I realized that each person Victor had files on, had been those in my past. Or some connection. The husbands were mostly clean-but then I saw what he was doing. He was not piecing together random couples-he was searching for a killer...going town to town...realizing whatever Clara saw was enough to put her over the edge. Could it be me? Could I be the reason she took her life? Did she see me at all?!

The thought haunted me. It also drove me crazy on why the other couples were all married. They all lived together for a handful of years, all with kids-or kids on the way. Ava and I didn't fit the match, so what drove him to me? And why hasn't he done anything about it?