The Face Book Killer Caylin Christo Book 2.

The Facebook Killer Chapter 15 - Hold Your Breath and Count to Ten.

Leanne sat huddled at the Monster's kitchen table. The garage had been a fair way from the house and the walk between the buildings had chilled her to the bone. Which might have been a good thing, it would cover the fact she was shaking in terror. Here she was being comforted by a man who only hours earlier col-cocked her and drug her out to his car with the intention of killing her, only to change his mind once she acted the way her poor dead sister instructed while she was passed out. Even now, Leanne could feel Donna nearby. The man had brutally murdered her sister, but now was acting like a complete gentleman. He was unpredictable, that made him dangerous indeed.

As Donna instructed, Leanne began waxing whimsical about their grandfather Tom, and kept her eyes demurely averted from the guy's face. This had made him waver in his conviction and he had gently escorted her inside, wrapped her in a blanket and surprisingly presented her with a hot water bottle as well. He was now making hot tea. Leanne put her hands in her lap and kept her eyes on them. Hurry up Caylin! She thought desperately, how long did she have before she inadvertently flipped his switch? Some innocent remark or wrong move?
She was startled out of her thoughts as he placed the tea in front of her. Again she felt a familiar poke in the ribs. Donna, she was always doing that when she was alive. Usually when she had something confidential to say.
"Thank you sir." Leanne said and quietly picked up the cup.
"You can look at me Miss Leanne, I'm not going to hurt you. Not now." He said.
Leanne waited, Donna poked her again. She looked up and met his eyes. They were a cold icy blue, but they were also studded with anguish. He knew he'd done the wrong thing, maybe even made a mistake. Might she find a way out alive?
"Thank you, sir. May I ask your name, is that okay?" Leanne asked timidly.
"It's Larry, my name is Larry." He said and picked up his cup. He sighed and looked out the window. Snow beat flurries against the glass.
"I don't think I've ever seen weather like this before, not in New Orleans I mean." Leanne said, trying to make conversation, maybe if he kept seeing her as a person he'd be less likely to change his mind.
He turned to look at her, he actually had a nice face, so normal looking but for the eyes. Had this man really killed her sister and all those others?
"Me either. Listen, I'm sorry about your sister, but she was a very bad girl." He said.
Leanne felt a hand squeeze her shoulder, and softly in her ear, "Agree with him. I was a bad girl."
Leanne swallowed, "Well, yes, she could be."
"She left me, snuck out of our date, and then went off with other guys. Never even gave me a chance." He replied, and actually sounded hurt.
"I loved my sister, but yes, she could be thoughtless at times." Leanne agreed her head spinning at the betrayal. Again the ghostly hand squeezed her shoulder, it was okay.
"Did you know she dressed like a slut, and never kept her house clean. Now your house, it was spotless. I should have realized then, you were different to her."
Leanne nodded, "Well thank you. I can't relax in a mess. I'd rather go without sleep. I was always at Donna to dress a little more conservatively, to take care of her place. She just didn't listen I guess."
He sipped his tea nodding. "You're nothing like her are you?" He asked.
"Careful what you say." Breathed the ghost in her ear.
"No I never was. We were always different. She was the party girl. I like to be at home. I like to be by myself. Never was one for that scene." Leanne replied, and she wasn't even really fibbing, it was true. Donna always went out clubbing and to parties. Meeting new people. But a big night for Leanne was curling up on her couch with a DVD or a good book.
That gave her an idea. "I love books, classic novels. Do you like to read?" She asked him, trying to find some common ground.
At this he brightened, "Why yes, I do Miss Leanne. Same as you, classics like Tolkien and Jules Vern. Can't stand all the sex and swearing in these new books. You know what they were all reading those bad girls? Sex books, Fifty Shades of something or other! You didn't read that did you?" He was just getting agitated. Leanne was glad she would again be affording him an honest answer.
"Oh goodness me no! Much too embarrassing! The most romantic book I ever read was Wuthering Heights." And it was true. Leanne had always been modest, and demure. Sexy stuff was just embarrassing to her. Sad to say naughty Donna had read all the Fifty Shades books, - twice.
He smiled "I like that book." He sighed and set his cup down, tea time was over.

"I don't know what to do." He said running a hand through his thick blonde hair.
Leanne felt ice forming in her stomach, but played dumb.
"About what Mr Larry?" She afforded him the same old Southern respect he kept giving her.
"About you, all this!" He gestured to the window and the snow. "I've never been wrong before."
"Every body makes mistakes. I do all the time, I break stuff a lot, I'm a little clumsy" Leanne offered.
"You don't go to prison for dropping a cup Miss Leanne."
Leanne nodded, she wouldn't humor him, she felt that would be a bad move.
"When the storm is over you could just take me home. I won't tell anyone." He looked at her with his head cocked to one side.
"I could, but how do I know I can trust you?" He asked, and the slush in Leanne's stomach began sliding around making her nauseated.
"Well, we're friends now right. You explained to me why you did what you did. You thought you were doing the right thing, but you made a mistake with me. I do understand, we're only human after all."
He stood quietly looking down at his shoes, considering it.
"I was asleep for the ride here, I never saw where you took me. If you take me home you could blind fold me. I wouldn't even know where to tell anyone to look. I could just tell everyone I got stuck in the storm and decided to stay at a friend's house for the evening to wait it out. It wouldn't be a lie, I am your friend now Larry, you can trust me." Leanne tried to keep her voice even, trying not babble. This guy was like liquid nitro, leave it sitting in it's bottle, it was harmless. But shake it up and boom!
"That is an idea." He replied, "But what about your sister? Justice for her and all that?"
"I loved my sister, but I do know what she was like, she obviously did something to deserve her punishment." Leanne replied, hating herself.
"It isn't just her, there are others. Lots of others. Like the bitch who killed my parents." He said, and Leanne got scared, he was going on the boil.
"Your parents died? I'm so sorry! Mine are gone too. What happened?" Leanne tried to sound caring and sympathetic but it was hard to keep the tremor from her voice. She was scared to death.
"A drunken partying bitch like your sister wiped them out with her car when I was just a kid. Killed them instantly! She walked away without a scratch. If not for my grandparents I would have been alone!" He said loudly, not yelling but close.
"I'm sorry Larry, I have no words." She said truthfully.
"Is that why all the others? Despatch them, before they can hurt anyone else like that?" She asked. At this he relaxed and sank into the chair opposite her. He hung his head, "Yes, I couldn't let another little boy or girl lose her family that way. These girls, they don't stop, they just keep doing it over and over! The bitch that killed mom and dad? Kept partying away and died of a drug overdose."
Leanne understood it all, he had lost his parents, the girl had obviously gotten off light, never changed her ways and it ate at him until his humanity was gone and he had become this. This killer sitting across from her. And sadly she understood his pain and his torment. If only someone had gotten him some help. Despite the fact he was a brutal killer Leanne felt sad for the little boy, lost in grief and turned into something he might not otherwise become.
"Larry, I am so sorry. I'm sorry about your parents, and I'm sorry you felt you had to go to these extremes to keep people safe. All that responsibility, not easy is it?" Leanne asked.
He was about to answer her when the kitchen door swung inward and there stood Detective Gonzalez, large as life his gun pointed right at Larry.
"New Orleans PD Mr Edwards. Don't move!"