The Perfect Woman (40 page)

              “ Get the car, let’s check the place out.” Pardo's men jumped back, protesting that their Boss should hang back while they looked into it. “ I wanna see these killers up front.” He barked at his men, because sometimes a demon needed to see the devil, to see who was the bigger man.

              “ Should we bring the whole crew ? ” One of his men asked.

              “ No, just the four of us and Lue and Marcus, they can take our little street rat in their car and put a bullet between her eyes if she’s trying to pull a fast one over us.” Pardo grinned at her, wanting to see the bluff in her eyes, something to tell him she was in on this, but he would get no sign whatsoever. “ Your story sounds a little far fetched, you suck a guys cock and he tells you everything?”

              “ You wouldn’t be doubting me if you ever had a blow job from me.” She nervously smiled.

              “ Puta, how many are they!” One of Pardo’s men slapped Jasmine at the back of the head.

              “ Only two, just two, I promise.” She let the tears run down her face to sell the act, it was all worth it.

              “ Take her down into the car,” Pardo said as he collect his handgun from his desk. “ We’ll have the element of surprise if these fools are there. Let’s move!” The chain reaction of events were set into motion, what they’re outcome would be, was still unwritten.

Chapter 86

New Beginnings

The Naval Yard in Brooklyn was the location for Klecko’s last trial and tribulation. For what test awaited for him inside was anyone's guess, all he had to go on was his Guardian's warning. “ Once you’re there, take your time, because there’s no going back after this.” This wasn’t to be taken lightly, this next spill of blood wasn‘t for pleasure, it was for answers to his questions.

              “
Warehouse 28, that’s where it begins.”
He almost jumped out of his skin as he walked aimlessly around the old worn out district, as the message buzzed to life on his cell. Not many people ventured here into this old relic of New York, a lot of the buildings had been long forgotten, with promises of reopening to flourish new life and create jobs for the struggling economy. It was a nice dream, but that’s pretty much what it was. You could be shot and dumped into one of the buildings without anyone noticing for weeks, one of the reason he was on edge. “ Get it together.” He growled at himself.

              His heart thundered as he proceed slowly towards the warehouse, his mind fluttered with images of lost chapters in his life, memories when a young Klecko decided to join the force at the age of twenty one, “
you want to be a cop, why you wanna be a cop?”
He could here his drunken father’s voice yelling at from the front porch, a  man tired working in a steel mill for the past thirty-five years and all he had to show  was a worn out two bedroom apartment with a fridge of empty bottles of beer. He could never face reality and admit he failed in life, instead he would just take to beating his children when the memories became too much to bare.

              “
I’m nothing like you old man, I’m different.”
He could see the image of him knocking his father to the ground, his face covered in blood, his mother holding him back, as he became his own man.

              More images of his past came flashing back, hitting him like a bolt of lighting, images of when Klecko was sworn in to uphold the law and protect the innocent who would look to him for protection.

              “
I’ve taken lives, not for me, but for the lord and he is pleased.”

             
He could see that young detective working late night, staring at the photo of a six year old girl who went missing, her name was Melissa Reeves, one day she‘s with her parents in the supermarket, mother yells at the girl, Melissa runs into the parking in tears, that‘s the last they see of her. People who last saw little Melissa kept identifying a known child molester, Alan Smith, a man that had been on the run for years for killing and raping his victims, they all swore they saw him take Melissa from the store.“
that monster was smiling, he smiled at all of us.”
Each witness he interviewed had the same horrified voice in their tone, knowing they stared a monster in the eye, never knowing what he was there for.

              He can’t remember how, but on one winter night he went on a hunch, he tracked down all the adult book stores, flashing Alan Smith's photo, until one store owner recognized Smith, he even told him that Smith lived just a few blocks from here, he gave him the address without thinking twice. A young Klecko wasted no time, he stormed the apartment on his own, catching the murdering child molester in the middle of the act,  little Melissa was tied to his bed, she was still breathing, bruised but alive, Smith had a tray of tools all lined up ready to use, sex toys, whips, everything he could think of.  “
Don’t take her from me please, just let me have this last one.”
  His final pleads to Klecko as they ended there one on one chat session alone in the living room. Alan Smith proclaimed to be a monster, but when he heard the sounds of police sirens, he crumbled in defeat.

              Klecko smiled at him, letting fear take a hold of this monster. But Not once did Klecko take a  moment to concern himself for the girl’s safety, he was just pleased in how he tracked this monster, his pray, it was like nothing else existed.

              Everyone on the force couldn’t wrap their heads around on how he did it, this was a serial killer people searched for day and night for two years non-stop. It took this young green beat cop one night to find this illusive monster. They’d ask him time and time again how he knew where to look, all he could say was “ I got lucky.” But it was more than luck, he had a knack for sensing these monsters out, quite frankly he enjoyed the hunt. How they would try to run and hide, while he was right behind chasing after them, it was like the wolf trying to catch the rabbit. But he never told a soul about those feelings, he kept that secret to build his career and build his legacy.

              “ I know where he lives, I followed him one night, he never saw me.”
That voice, he could hear it rumbling at the back of his skull, he could see flashes of the past trying to pierce back into his mind.

              “ Not now, not now!” Klecko mumbled to himself as he slowly walked through the Naval yard.

              He was once called a hero and the shining example of what a true officer was, tonight that could be lost, whatever shred of light that was in him would be cleansed for good, his mind would fall deeper into the pit, lost in the darkness, he could feel it. He wonder if these were the same steps all serial killers took before they needed to be put down like a wild animal, would his face be posted on every paper with the headline Master Serial Killer Infiltrates NYPD, with another young detective holding the gun, and him begging like a helpless fool for one last kill, just like Alan Smith? He cringed at that thought.

              He grasp onto his hunters knife that he used to kill Denise, still kept after that night, still tainted with her blood. He knew he should have gotten rid of it, but he couldn’t, he wanted something to remind him of that night, a small trophy to call his own . He carried the knife concealed under his right hip by his trench coat, trying to forge the memories of  the blood that had been spilled, hoping to strengthen his soul and will, but he couldn’t find that same lust and passion he had once been able to.

              Klecko cursed at himself, he wanted to know where his darkness had vanished to.
Did I ever have that darkness  to begin with?
He couldn’t figure out why he was questioning himself at this crucial moment. “ Keep moving.” He whispered silently.

              He finally reached the doorsteps of Warehouse Twenty-eight. He pulled open the rusty door, took a good view before going in. The entire place seemed like the perfect kill zone, no one around but a black cat that went running into the darkness to hide. The entire room was almost pitch black, hanging bulbs of light were the only thing illumining  the path where he should go, the rest was a black abyss, no possible way to make out what was there, without squinting your eyes and taking a few minutes to figure things out.

              Klecko undid the button on his holster, in case if his Guardian wanted to play any tricks, a gun was always faster than a knife. With his first echoing foot step his Guardian began to phone Klecko, the sound bounced through the warehouse which caught Klecko off guard, he flinched and almost reached for his weapon. He cursed at himself once more for showing fear, there was something about the darkness that scared him. “ I’m here.”

              “ Follow the path of light, it’ll lead you where you need to go.” Klecko wonder if his Guardian was hiding somewhere in the darkness watching him, as he did in the church. “ Don‘t be afraid, Detective, embrace the darkness.”

              Klecko shifted his gaze to the shadows, he was certain his Guardian was out there, studying him once more for what reason was beyond him. “ I’m not scared.” Klecko muttered to him.

              “ Are you sure about that, Detective?” He asked once more.

              “ Yes, I’ve made friends with it.” Klecko’s tone of voice was far from convincing.

              “ You frightened too easy, Detective. It makes me question your reason for doing what you do.”

              “ What the hell do you mean?” Klecko stop in his footsteps.

              “ I really did want to be gentle with you Brian. Scrape the layers, until you came to terms with everything, but time is not kind with me. This is why I had to take a very strong approach with you. Keep moving forward.” His voice demanded and Klecko did as he was told. “ All your life, you were the hero, the man that could never fail. You walked and talked with the worst of the worst, you got inside their minds, you could be just like them, but you could never do what they did. Because you were the hero. Of course, that changed didn’t it. One screw up, one lost, broke your spirit, you wanted to start new, so you come to New York and what falls in your lap, Casey Miller.”

              “ We’ve been through this.” Klecko spoke, stopping once more.

              “ You needed to find her, because she was your angel, she was the embodiment  of goodness. But something smell to high hell, you knew it, you tracked down everything she ever did. You even found her secret little apartment… don’t you remember?”

             
Why would Casey rent something so far from home, it makes no sense.

             
Klecko could see himself walking into that worn out apartment, rummaging through her things.
There’s a loose floor board .
  “ Stop it, don’t, just stop.” Klecko pleaded to his Guardian.

              “What did you find under the floor board of her bedroom, I’ll tell you what you found, you discovered her private collection, the two murders all on tape, all of them with her sweet gentle face, pulling the teeth, and flesh off them.”

             
This pain you feel is not real, you can not feel pain, you are one of the lord’s angels, you do not feel pain.

             
“That’s not true.” Klecko took a tumble to the floor, dropping on his hands, trying to catch his breath as the images shattered into his mind faster than he could keep track of.

              I didn’t murder these people, I free them from the sin and flesh that held them back. I’ve done the lords work and I can feel him releasing my soul from this curse that was shoulder on me.

             
Klecko could see it all now. “ I couldn’t take it anymore, she was the one I was suppose to protect, but she was the devil himself. I lost…faith…hope….I lost my soul.”

              “ Yes, you did, detective.” His guardian voice sounded as gentle as could be, trying to ease Klecko back to the task at hand. “ Now back on your feet.” Klecko could see in the distant a steel table with a long white sheet covering his next victim, he continued listening to his guardian speak. “ But do you remember that last missing piece to that faithful day,” Klecko began to pick up his pace, he began to focus his sights at the table and nothing more. “ do you remember who you ran into as you left the apartment that night?”

              Klecko could feel the images pouring back into his mind like a rushing Tsunami, he wanted to fight them back but there was no use. He could see himself stumbling out of that bedroom, his eyes widen with fear, the tapes in his hands, his mind screaming for him to call for backup, let someone else deal with this. Only to have a young man, with dark hair come walking into the apartment, staring at Klecko like a deer caught in the headlights. “
I know who you are.”
Klecko says to him, pulling his gun out and aiming it right in his chest. “
Casey told me everything about you, what you’re doing in that studio complex.”
The voice in the back of his head shouts at him to pull the trigger, to end another monster to stop the blood, instead Klecko breaks in tears, asking one question. “
What is it all for?”
Klecko lowers down his weapon and walks past him as though he was just a figment of his imagination.