Jake Burris sat at the café counter staring at his reflection in the cup of black coffee that sat in front of him. “Jesus Christ; did you read this story!” The patron next to him was a total stranger and wasn’t addressing his comment to Jake or anyone else; he was just one of those people that blurted things out in a feeble attempt to communicate. “This guy dressed up like the fucking Easter Bunny and went to his ex-wife’s Easter party and killed a dozen people, then took a bomb out of his Easter Basket and set the house on fire”. Jake wasn’t really listening; the man’s voice was part of the background noise that filtered in as he carried on a conversation with himself. “It says here that his costume caught on fire and melted onto his body before he shot himself. Can you imagine finding the Easter Bunny with a hole in his head. This guy was an usher at his church; the neighbors said he was a quiet person and pretty much kept to himself. I guess you really never know who’s going to snap” As he finished talking he turned to Jake, looked him in the eye and said, “Do ya”
Apparently enough of the conversation had filtered into Jake’s subconscious that it became part of his internal debate, which had nothing to do with crackpots in bunny suits. Jake wasn’t aware of the guy next to him, because he was battling the devils inside of him. “You’re just not a nice person”, one of the voices said.
“No, that’s not true; you are nice, it’s just that people don’t think the way you do. They think you’re a “quiet person”” The outside voice was filtering in, “Who’s about to snap” The voice’s comment was interrupted when the guy reading the newspaper tapped Jake’s forearm and asked him pass the creamer. Jake hadn’t heard the request; only his inner voice saying “You’re about to snap!” So when he was tapped on the arm his two worlds collided and he spun on his stool to confront his attacker.
“You don’t know me; in fact you don’t know shit. Leave me alone!” he screamed at the bewildered patron and ran out of the door. Everyone within ear shot turned as the encounter took place and saw Jake fly out of the door. Their waitress had watched from the end of the counter; she knew the guy with the newspaper and knew that he had a bad habit of trying to start a conversation by reading a story. Most people would have just nodded, engaged in polite conversation or just get up pay their tab and leave; this was a first. She walked up to him with a freshly brewed pot of coffee in hand as he still sat staring at the door.
“Well that was quite a scene. You ready for another cup?” she asked.
“Uh, no; I think I’ll just go. I swear I didn’t do anything, but ask for the cream.” He said shaking his head. “I think he’s one of those guys; you know like the Easter Bunny killer, one of those “quiet guys”. The waitress didn’t have a clue as to what he was referencing; she just nodded. The news guy paid for his coffee and left. As she picked up the two cups, she noticed what looked like a wallet on the floor where the quiet one had been sitting. She picked it up and found a police identification card and a badge that belonged to Lieutenant Jake Burris; the screamer was a cop.
She put the badge in her apron pocket and decided that she’d drop it off at the local station on her way home, but by the time she finished her shift had totally forgotten. It was only when she got home and was emptying her tips from the pocket that she re-discovered the badge. “Shit” . She knew she had to get the badge back to the cop, but the police station was clear across town. “Maybe he’s in the phone book” she thought as she pulled it out. She thumbed through the pages, but didn’t find “Jake Burris”; instead she found four “J. Burris’s” and none of them had addresses. She debated holding on to the badge case overnight and dropping it off on her way to work in the morning, but the debate ended when the phone rang. It was her boss; he called to let her know that a Lt. Jake Burris had called to see if he had left his ID, but they hadn’t found it in the lost and found. She explained what had happened and her boss gave her a number to call.
She dialed the number and a man’s voice answered. “Is this Lt. Burris?”
“Yes”, his voice was low.
“My name is Stella, I was your waitress at the diner and I found your badge” before she could continue, he interrupted. “Where do you live?”
Stella had an uncomfortable feeling and tried to answering his question. “I can bring it by your office in the morning; it’s on my way to work”
“I need it now, just tell me where you live and I’ll pick it up”
She hesitated; she didn’t even like giving out her phone number and now she was being pressed for an address. Finally she gave in, after all he was a cop and she did have his badge; besides if he picked it up, it meant she wouldn’t have to go out again. She gave him the address and he told her he’d be right over. All she wanted to do was get out of her uniform, pour a drink and relax; the fact that company was coming meant she would have to wait to shed her dirty uniform and relax, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t have a drink. She took the bottle of vodka from her freezer and poured it over several ice cubes in a low-ball glass, then returned to the living room and turned on the television.
The national news was just ending and a trailer for the local news that was about to start came on. The reporter on the screen announced a murder had taken place in a parking lot just down the street from the café where Stella worked. “The man was found dead at approximately 3 PM, from a gun shot to the back of his head. No cash had been taken so the police have ruled out robbery; anyone with information should call the police” Stella swallowed another mouthful of vodka; this was the same lot where she parked her car. She had noticed a police car in the lot when she left at 5, but hadn’t said anything or made an inquiry as to why he was there.
“It’s just not safe anywhere” she thinking when her doorbell rang and frightened her. “Damn, I hope that’s the cop and not some crazed killer” she muttered emptying the glass.
She peered through the tiny spy hole in the door and recognized the not so quiet customer she had served earlier; he was pacing impatiently on her stoop. She went to the counter, picked up the badge case and unlocked the door. “Lieutenant Burris here’s your badge”, she said extending her hand. As he took the badge he looked into her eyes making her feel like a mouse trying to stare down a very hungry cat. His gaze was so intense that she shuddered.
“What are you so nervous about?”, Burris asked in an almost demanding tone.
“Nothing; it’s just cold out there and there’s a breeze blowing in. I need to go to bed, so if there’s nothing else; I’ll say good night” The big man looked at her, searching for an acceptable answer to his question on her face. He was still holding her hand with the badge in it when she tried to pull it free.
“I know it’s cold out here; I’ve been standing out here for a while, but your eyes are screaming I’m guilty. I’m not sure what you are guilty of, but I have ways of finding out” Stella did feel guilty, but had no idea why. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but had that feeling you get when pulled over while driving; that feeling that the cop has the power to screw with you and will if given any cause at all. She forced her hand from his, while releasing the badge.
“You better go get warm, I need to get to bed; have a good night Lieutenant” she turned her head and shut the door without looking directly into his face. He stood there another minute as she peered through the tiny hole, then stuck his eye up to the opposite side. His demeanor frightened her already, but the sudden thrust of his eye to the peep hole put her over the edge and she stepped back shaking. “Fucking bastard” she muttered, “what the fuck is he trying to do?” She stepped back towards the door, but not up to the spy hole; instead she turned off the porch light and living room light plunging both sides of the door into darkness. She waited for what seemed to be forever and then peered through the spy hole; he wasn’t there.
She grabbed her glass and went back to the freezer, this time she poured the vodka three fingers high and didn’t bother to add the ice. She brought the glass to her lips with a trembling hand and threw her head back, swallowing the contents in a single gulp. “I hate people like that” she mumbled. “They just scare me, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Damn it now I’m talking to myself” She felt the warm affect of the ice cold vodka filling veins and she knew it wouldn’t be long before it impaired her thoughts. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and took an over the counter sleep aid; ignoring the “do not use with alcohol” advisory on the label. “Goodnight Lieutenant Motherfucker”, she slurred as she slipped beneath the sheet.
The next day she woke with her alarm, showered and got dressed without even thinking about the bully cop encounter. Her day was pretty uneventful; the news guy read his paper as people came and went and at the end of the day her apron pockets were heavy with tip change. She got in her car and drove home, but when she arrived she noticed her front door ajar. There was a large dirt smudge where a foot had kicked in the door and she was afraid the intruder might still be in her home, so she ran to her neighbor’s house and had them dial 911 emergency then waited. It took the police over thirty minutes to respond, which as she was told is good, considering the dispatcher had told her up to two hours.
The uniformed officer spoke briefly to her, advised the dispatcher as to the situation and began to approach the door. He drew his gun before entering and began sweeping the house room by room. In the living room he noted the broken molding around the door (common with forced entries), the room had been ransacked as if the violator had been searching for something. In her kitchen the refrigerator had been opened and the contents thrown on the floor. Next they peered in the bathroom where opened pill bottles were scattered on the counter and floor with their contents in the wet sink . Finally he came to the bedroom; here he found her bedding torn from the bed and the mattress had been turned, the closet door and all the dresser drawers were open and their contents piled on the floor. “The house was a mess, but the intruder(s) had left”, was the bad news/good news analogy the uniforms tried to sell her. ‘Look around and try to determine what might be missing and make a list. I’ll file a report and our detectives will be around to follow up with you.”
She could barely understand what the cop was saying as she looked at the mess in front of her. She took off her apron, pulled a cushion onto her couch, sat down and began to weep. As she wept she went through several transitions until she was just plain angry. She began moving through the house faster trying to eliminate the mess, but by the end of the night only one room had been redeemed. The woman next door brought her a plate of leftovers and she found her vodka bottle in the corner next to the trash can. The vodka was warm and there was no ice; “Fuck it”, she thought, “I just need a drink.” She finished off the food and the bottle and fell asleep on the couch.
It was 8 PM when her doorbell rang; she raised her head from the pillow on the couch, but was in an alcohol stupor. “Who is it”, she yelled
“Police, I need to talk to you about the break in.” She didn’t want to talk about it, think about it or even acknowledge it happened.
“Go away and come back tomorrow.”
“Mam, we need to get this done now, so we can catch the person who did this to you before he strikes again.”
“OK, OK, just relax; give me a minute to pull myself together!” She went to the kitchen sink and splash water on her face to wake up, but the stupor didn’t clear. She went to the door which the uniformed officer had repaired as best he could and looked out the little hole. She saw a young guy in his mid to late twenties wearing a blue suit and tie.
“I’m detective Rossi, and I’ve been assigned to your case; thanks for allowing me in.” They stepped into the mess that was the living room and he broke out a pen and pad. “It looks like he really trashed the place, as if in a state of rage. Have you any enemies or have you had any problems with anyone lately. Her mind though foggy conjured the image of Jake Burris.
“Just that lunatic Lieutenant Burris from your precinct”, she said and then described the previous night’s house call. “A real whack job” She watched him scribble in his note pad. “How the hell did he get on the force anyway”
Rossi quit writing and looked up, “Lieutenant Burris, has an unblemished record; this is the first time I’ve heard anyone complain about him. Maybe it’s stress, he’s been working a serial killer case and hasn’t been able to catch a break in it”
“What serial killer? I haven’t read or seen anything about a serial killer around here; just about some nut in an Easter Bunny suit.”
“We haven’t released any information to the press yet, because we don’t want to panic the community. We’ve has eight rape-murders since I’ve been on the force and found out there was a connection. The case is really getting to Burris. Would you mind showing me the rest of the house?” Rossi put the pad and pencil in his inside coat pocket and stood up.
“Sure, but I haven’t had time to straighten much up, I got my bed made and put away the clothes the bastard threw all over the floor.”
“OK, let’s start there; you can tell me what you saw when you came home. She was still a bit unsteady from the affects of the vodka as they began to move through the house. He followed her down a hall and past a bathroom to the bedroom. When they entered the room he pulled a pair of latex gloves from his jacket pocket. She watched a lot of cop shows on TV so assumed he was taking precautions.
“Hmm, I feel like I’m on CSI, so are you going to dust for prints now?”, she asked and was finally able to smile.
“No Mam, the forensic people will be here later; I just don’t want to leave additional prints that may confuse them. Now tell me what you saw when you came into this room” He stood back as Stella began to tell him about the mess in her bedroom.
“Well it looked as if he was looking for something; he tore my bed apart, emptied my drawers and ransacked my closet. I told the officer who first came out, he even took some pictures; didn’t he give them to you?”
“No Mam. So did you discover anything missing then or when you put your stuff away?”
“Well all my jewelry was there; in fact it surprised me because my mother’s wedding ring was in the jewelry box. I really didn’t notice anything gone except the tie for my robe, but it’s just a silk ribbon and I’m sure it’s just under something. I imagine doing this kind of work isn’t as exciting as a murder case."
“You’d be surprised” Rossi said as he approached Stella from behind. He reached into his coat pocket and when he brought out took the ends of the silk ribbon in both hands. Stella was still facing away staring at the closet door. “It’s the little things we tend to overlook that are sometimes the most important. Take the Lieutenant’s case; the eight women all had different backgrounds and were from different neighborhoods, they were different ages and races. There were only two things that became apparent during the investigation; each woman had been in contact with the police regarding some sort of break-in and each had been killed with the tie to her robe.”
Stella took the words in through her stupor and suddenly realized what Rossi was saying. She swung around in terror as he brought his fist down on her jaw; dropping her to the floor. He picked her up and threw her limp body onto the bed. He restrained her wrists above her head and tied her legs apart with duct tape. Then lifted her head by her hair and laid the ribbon tie across the pillow. She began to come around just as he tore her panties from her body, wadded them into a ball and shoved them into her mouth to stifle any attempt to scream.
Even though gagged she tried to scream, but the panties muffled the sound. He wanted her awake; he wanted to see the fear on her face just as he had eight times before. He took a knife from his pocket, slowly cut her uniform dress open and peeled it back. She continued to try to scream as he placed the knife between her breasts and cut her bra open, releasing her breasts. Stella was a young looking 40 year old; she had taken good care of her body over the years and her full breast had remained relatively firm. Rossi looked down at his victim; she exceeded his expectations. She watched helplessly as he undid his belt; tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. He wanted to take his time, “Haste makes waste”, he thought.
Stella struggled as he climbed on top of her and straddled her waist. His cock swelled as it rubbed against the flesh of her stomach and her terror increased. She was alone and no one could hear her cries as he pushed the knife blade against the flesh of her breast and began to drag it from nipple to nipple. Her struggle increased his arousal; he raised his body so that she could see his engorged cock and as she fought to close her restrained legs he forced it into her unwilling cunt. His thrust were hard, penetrating deeper each time he came down on her. As she struggled, her cunt became wet involuntarily lubricating his maniacal instrument. She closed her eyes hoping the nightmare would end, but it didn’t. She watched him raise his arms diagonally across her bleeding breasts and felt the ribbon move as he grasped the ends in his hands.
His violent thrusts continued as he tightened the ribbon around her neck and began to choke the life from her body. She could feel the pressure of the blood that had ceased to flow from her head trapped by the ribbon around her neck. She was losing consciousness, dying under the weight of her attacker as he came inside her. She thought she heard a door slam, before she was swallowed by darkness. “I am dead” was her last thought.
There was a thud on her chest, and then a heavy weight pressing down over and over again. Her lungs felt the pressure of air as it was pushed down her windpipe, but Stella was oblivious. Her ears heard voices, but she knew she was dead or dying so the voices could not be real. Suddenly she felt her cheek burn and then more air was forced into her lungs causing her to cough. “Breathe damn it” a voice commanded. Again air was forced into her as the thrust on her chest continued. She coughed again and tried to move though she knew her arms and legs would be useless, but tried none the less.
She couldn't comprehend what was happening, but her arms were free and flailing at her side. “That’s it breathe, you’re going to be alright” the voice said. She couldn't understand what was happening, but consciousness was returning and light appeared on the inside of her eyelids like a slow sunrise. “Try to relax and breathe; you’re pretty banged up, but alive and that’s what matters” The voice was reassuring as her senses came back, but with consciousness came the pain. Her body throbbed and the pain increased until she passed out.
Voices woke her up; men arguing, but she wasn't sure about what. Fear gripped her as she recognized one of the voices as Detective Rossi; the other voice was angry, but sounded like the one who had been comforting her before she passed out. “I told you not to get physical until I was here; you almost killed her” the angry voice yelled.
“I’m sorry, I just got carried away” Rossi said.
‘I have a special interest in this one; that’s why I chose her”, said the other man as his voice calmed. She knew that voice too; it was Lieutenant Burris. Her confusion and panic grew and she fought to open her swollen eyes. Through a slit she caught sight of the two men and gasped, it was Burris and he was arguing with Rossi, but there was also a third figure. She strained to make out the face; it was the patrol officer that had taken her initial statement who was now in street clothes standing still and staying out of the argument. “OK, enough; just don’t let it happen again”
Stella moaned and the three men turned. “She’s awake” Rossi said, “I’ll leave her to you then”
Burris approached the bed and sat on the edge, “Detective Rossi gets a little impetuous at times, he had orders to wait until Officer Jackson and I arrived. I’m sorry you had to go through this.”
Her confusion gave way to anger, “What the fuck do you mean you’re sorry I had to go through this; that fucker raped me; he cut me up and tried to kill me and you’re sorry!” She tried to raise her body and slap him, but found she had been restrained once again. “What the hell are you doing”
Burris stood, “I understand your confusion and anger, it shouldn’t have happened this way” as he talked she saw his hands move down to his buckle; the patrolman came closer to the bed holding out his hand. Burris took the object from him and continued to get undressed. “Detective Rossi was only authorized to detain and if necessary sedate and restrain you.” Burris removed his shoes and then his trousers and underwear. “You see Stella, rank has its privileges and as the ranking officer on this case, I wanted you first.” Stella started to scream, but Burris shoved the ball gag into her open mouth. “Good you still have fight left, I was afraid you were going to be too weak” As he spoke she saw the patrolman in the background removing his pants preparing to take his turn at her.
Burris was a big man, 6’ 5” and weighed 275. He was much larger than Rossi in every way including the size of his cock. Stella saw it and tried to free herself; it had swollen as he prepared his assault and resembled a small horse cock in girth if not length. Her pussy was already swollen as a result of Rossi’s attack and ached, so Burris had to push harder to penetrate her lips. “Well at least he made you tight for me. He drew back and pushed down again, as Stella tried to scream. His assault went on for almost a quarter hour, before he finally came; Stella was barely conscious. She heard him say, “You’re up rookie” as he pulled out of her.
The patrolman looked down at her abused cunt as Burris’s cum leaked out, “Lieutenant, I’d like to approach from the backdoor if it’s alright with you?”, Burris laughed.
“Yeah I guess I didn’t leave much for you to work with, did I? Rossi help him turn her.” The two men untied the restraints and turned Stella’s almost lifeless body over; the fight was gone. Stella could offer no resistance as the young patrolman shoved his cock into her ass. “You get to finish this one”, Burris said handing the patrolman the ribbon. He slid it under her throat as she lay face down and as he humped her ass pulled back. Stella felt the life leaving her, gasped and let it go. The patrolman felt her go limp and realized he had finished her before cumming, but instead of being put off by the idea of fucking a dead body; he became that much more excited. He came hard and jerked his cock from the lifeless flesh that had been Stella. The three men stood there and Burris said, “OK go clean up.”
Rossi and the patrolman walked to the bathroom leaving Burris alone with Stella’s still warm body. Burris felt his cock begin to swell as he thought about the patrolman fucking her as she died. He climbed back onto the bed and pushed his cock into her lifeless form. She was still warm and lubricated by the patrolman’s cum. Burris fucked it until he came again, “Good, but not great”, he said as he went into the bathroom.
He reached into the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a bottle of prepared douche and then emptied the contents in the sink. He then reached back down, pulled out a gallon of bleach and filled the douche bottle. “Here now go clean her up”, he said handing the patrolman the bottles. The bleach would contaminate if not destroy their semen and DNA. After the three men dressed they removed the bedding, leaving Stella’s naked corpse on the bare mattress.
“OK, call it in rookie; tell the dispatcher you returned to check on her and found her dead. We’ll take care of the rest”