The Face Book Killer Caylin Christo Book 2.

The Facebook Killer - Chapter 13 - Killer on the Road.

Sharon Durant swore in frustration as they raced towards the Magnolia Grove nursing home as a loud bang came from the rear left side and the car began skidding on the wet road. Snow that had been dancing out of the sky in Disney like swirls only minutes before was now coming in hard and fast. A strong Northerly wind shoving the blizzard into New Orleans. Blizzard, in New Orleans! The words didn't belong together.
Sharon righted the skid and pulled the car onto the shoulder. Agents Tully and Morgan jumped out to inspect the damage. The left rear tire was shredded, and beyond repair. They would have to change it. The two got onto the job and Sharon called Grace.
Grace picked up on the next to last ring, "Sharon? I was going to call you!" Grace yelled into the phone.
"What's wrong?" Asked Sharon, her own intuition picking up on the air of wrongness that had suddenly seeped out of the phone to surround her in the gloom and cold.
"We are in pursuit! He was just at the Home! He visited his Grandmother and then said he was leaving to pick up his girlfriend Leanne! Can you get to her place? Check it out?" Grace asked.
"We were en route Grace and our tyre blew. The guys are fixing it now. Where shall we go?" Sharon replied.
"Follow us, I have officers now going to Leanne' s home and work. She was with Caylin and the others but her boss needed her for something and she left. Tony and Amy went to look for her, but she hasn't turned up yet. We are headed to an address the Grandmother gave us, 305 Rue De Barbane? Meet us there? If that's a bust, and Leanne doesn't turn up, she told us to try her husband's old fishing lodge, right out on the road to Assumption Parish.  Just meet us at the first address, then follow. Hector has directions."
"Okay, they should be done soon. Meet you there." Sharon thanked Grace and hung up. A headache begin to hammer away at the base of her skull. He couldn't get away again! They couldn't let him take Leanne! She hurried around to the left side of the car to tell the boys to haul ass!

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"Caylin? Caylin?" Came Hector's voice from out of the darkness, she was also aware of a sharp stinging sensation under her nostrils.
"Here she comes!" Came a soft elderly voice.
Caylin's eyes flew open and she found the suspect's nana leaning over her with a small glass bottle in her hand. "Smellin' salts honey! Old Southern Belle staple!" Willie Edwards pronounced proudly.
Caylin wondered how this quirky, sweet old lady had ended up with a serial killer for a grandson. Hector began helping her up when she became aware of movement behind him. It was Donna Louise, her spirit returned.
"He has Leanne! Hurry!" She called to Caylin.
"We have to go! He's got her!" Caylin told Hector feeling breathless. Damn it! She'd tried keeping everyone together for weeks, and the very night the bastard decides to show up again, they got split up.
"Has Larry done something?" Asked Willie, clutching Grace's arm.
"We hope not ma'am. Thank you for the address, we'll call you soon with news." Grace said, gently extracting herself.
They took off out the door and Grace's cell began ringing. She was running as she tried to answer and dropped the blessed thing twice. She was relieved when she answered and saw it was Sharon. They would need all the help they could get.

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Leanne was being shaken awake. Her head hurt and she didn't want to get out of bed. "Lee-Lee wake up!" Her little sister Donna insisted.
"It's snowing! Want to build a snow man?" Donna persisted.
Leanne cracked one eye open, there stood Donna, but not the little girl she had expected. Donna was at least twenty one and wearing a cocktail dress. Her curly dark hair piled on her head.
"You can't build snow men in that you'll freeze." Leanne replied.
"I can't feel the cold now Lee-Lee. Caylin knows, she's coming, but I still need to tell her you've gone fishing. He didn't know where he was taking you at first, but with the snow and all he wants to go fishing." Donna explained although Leanne understood none of it.
"He who? Going fishing in the snow? What?" Leanne stammered in reply.
"The man who took me. He took you too. You need to wake up now, and if I were you? I'd tell him all about Grandpa Tom. You don't want to roll out the barrel." And with that Donna was gone. Leaving a black swirling vortex where snow flakes spun and danced.
She was snapped to full wakefulness with a lurch and a loud bang! And she remembered where she was. In the back of an SUV, it was dark and cold and her head throbbed. She was with the man who had murdered her sister. No doubt he'd gotten her address from Donna's book when he killed her. How convenient. No Facebook stalking this time. It wouldn't have worked anyway. Leanne detested Facebook. She only joined to stay abreast of what Donna was up to. She hadn't even really set up her page, no profile pic, nada.
She put a hand up to her face and felt the swelling there, on her left side. Whatever had collided with her had hit her hard.
She had a minute or so to remember what her dead sister had said, when the rear door of the SUV opened and a light shone in her eyes. She put her hand up, but didn't turn away.
"Hello Leanne!" Came a cheerful voice from behind the light, she couldn't even get a hint of what her assailant looked like.
Feeling a gentle poke from behind her Leanne stammered, "Hello. How are you?"
"Be very nice to him." Donna whispered into her ear, cold air freezing the lobe. Leanne swallowed thickly, the thought of being nice to the man who killed her sister was nauseating, but Donna was here now, helping her. She had no choice but to listen.
A chuckle came from the light, "Well I'm fine, just fine. Thank you for asking."
"My pleasure." Leanne answered feeling sick.
"You like fishing Leanne?" He asked.
Leanne sat up and tried to look excited, "Well yes indeed I do! My grandpa Tom took us all the time!"
The flashlight wavered, and a softer reply came back, "He did?"
"Oh yes! I wasn't too keen on the worms, but I got over that for him. He was a wonderful grandfather." Leanne gushed, hoping she wasn't piling it on too thick.
" I had a grand daddy too. This is his place." The voice told her.
Confidence beginning to build, emboldened, Leanne cleverly replied, "And you brought me here? How nice of you, it must be very special to you. I'm honored you thought enough of me to share." She offered hoping to sound humble.
"Would you like cup of coffee Miss Leanne?" The voice asked, it's harsh edge softening a little.
"But what about fishing?" She asked trying sound put out.
"It can wait, it's getting mighty cold." He replied sounding a little more normal.
"Well that would be lovely. Would you help me out kind sir?" Leanne asked, disgusted with herself, but hoping all the sweet talk would save her, if it didn't give her diabetes first.
"Sure ma'am." He replied and moved to help her from the car. She tried not to shudder as he took her arm. She didn't look at him, she kept her eyes respectfully averted. However she did get a quick look at the night. Snow skirled all around and the wind shrieked like a Banshee. They seemed to be in the middle of no where. She hoped to God her friend's astonishing abilities would be up to par tonight. There was only so much sweet talk a girl could manage, sooner or later he'd know he'd been played. But for now, it seemed he had almost changed his mind. She just hoped she could keep him happy until someone found her.
She hadn't made it into work. Someone would tell Caylin and she would tell her cop friends, if she hadn't already. Someone would come, perhaps Donna could tell Caylin where she was.
But for now all she had was herself, she just hoped she would be enough to save her own life.