Book #3 of the Vigilante series
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Montreal is plagued by a string of vicious sex slayings...
Captain Dave McCall and his Special Homicide Task Force are in a frustrated frenzy as they try to bring an end to the savage butchery...
Assisting officially is noted psychiatrist, Doctor Samuel Bowman and unofficially, computer genius and multi-millionaire, Chris Barry...
With each passing day, McCall works his way closer to the truth...
Unaware that they are heading deep into the deadly core of...
Chapter 1 - Friday, May 23, 1997
Randi unlocked the door to the hotel room and turned to the timid man who had accompanied him.
“Welcome to paradise,” he exclaimed with a sultry smile, gesturing his guest into the room.
The man glanced nervously up and down the small hotel’s narrow corridor, ensuring no witnesses were present then quickly entered the room.
“I-I’ve never done this before,” he confessed with a slight stammer as Randi securely locked the door behind them.
“Well, relax sweetheart,” Randi purred, flashing a tantalising grin. “I’m gonna take wonderful care of you. Why don’t you get yourself out of those clothes, make yourself comfortable.”
“Uh, alright,” the man hesitantly agreed and slowly started undressing.
“W-what about you?” he asked as Randi leaned against a small rickety table in one corner and watched.
“Well, hon. Since it’s your first time, you probably want me to stay dressed, at least for a while,” Randi explained knowingly, smoothing his tight mini-skirt over his rump as he spoke. “Maybe, once you’re warmed up, we can go all the way if you like.”
“S-sure, if y-you think it’s best,” the man mumbled shyly, hesitantly removing his shorts. Looking down at himself, he whispered in shame, “I d-don’t know if this is gonna work.”
“Leave that up to me, gorgeous,” Randi cooed in a husky voice. “Lie down on the bed. Let Randi get you ready for heaven.”
Silently, the man complied as his host swayed across the room to an old beaten dresser. From the top drawer, he produced a handful of silk neckties with which he returned to the old metal framed bed.
“W-what are y-you doing?” his naked guest enquired uneasily.
“Shhh, relax,” whispered Randi soothingly. “Trust me, baby. Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
Falling silent, the man obeyed as Randi proceeded to bind his wrists and ankles to the heavy bed-frame.
As his host finished securing him, the man spoke again. “I’m n-not really sure if I l-like this.”
Toying with a remaining tie, Randi gazed at his spread-eagled prisoner for a moment, licking his grinning lips before replying. “No wonder you’re not getting into this. You talk too much, sweetheart. Let’s fix that so that we can concentrate on what’s going on.”
That said he suddenly moved in on the other man, quickly gagging him with the last tie. Standing back with his hands on his hips, he admired his handy-work while his captive struggled against his restraints in vain.
“I think that you might be a screamer,” Randi stated in a matter-of-fact fashion as he pulled a roll of wide adhesive tape from the dresser drawer. “Now, we wouldn’t want to bother the neighbours so, let’s fix the problem before it starts.”
As his prisoner stared at him, his eyes now wide with fear, Randi cut a six inch strip of tape using his teeth and firmly applied it to the restrained man’s mouth, over the gag.
“There we go,” Randi squealed with satisfaction. “Let the games begin.”
Reaching into the dresser drawer one last time, he extracted a large carving knife, its eight inch blade glinting in the dim light, and turned towards his terrorized guest.
“It might hurt a little at first,” he explained as he approached, “But you’ll see, the pain goes away soon enough. And don’t worry about the blood. I brought a change of clothes.”