Page 109 of Race to Save Her

“Katie, my pet. You’ve been my inspiration. Don’t you have anything to say?”

“What do you want?” Her voice was hoarse.

“You.”

Katie still couldn’t see around her. She felt packed earth beneath her body and could smell some type of solvent—it reminded her of being in an auto garage. Her patience waned and her anger grew, despite the predicament she was in.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” said the snake-like voice. His tone was nauseating and all high minded. He had murdered women and dismembered them all to satisfy his urge to be in control, to sate his ego.

She managed to say, “I tried to figure out why you do what you do, but now talking to you…”

“Yes?” He sounded proud of himself.

“You’re insecure and entitled. Nothing special. You’re a sadistic killer.”

He laughed. “Tell me what you really think.”

“You are actually beating up yourself by controlling and dismembering those women.”

“I think you might have misunderstood why you are here and why I’ve been preparing for you. You’re like a prize animal. I don’t want to keep you… I want to kill you…”

His voice in the intense darkness put Katie on the defense, but she had to be patient to wait for backup. They knew where she was going; Chris would have made the call.

“You just have to be patient while I set everything in place,” the voice continued.

“Who are you? Tell me your name.”

He had finished talking, and Katie soon heard a scraping noise and the sound of a huge door closing. A lock secured her in the dark area.

She assumed she was somewhere on the property in an underground area such as a garage or basement. Her eyes had adjusted to a degree, and she could see a faint outline of the large door the killer had disappeared behind.

Her body felt better, so she sat up, gaining her bearings. She checked her pockets, but her cell phone was gone.

“Chris,” she whispered to herself, hoping he’d seen where she had disappeared. She stood up slowly and felt a low ceiling. She ran her hands along it and realized it was the inside of a large cement tube, like the ones used for drainage she had seen on the south side of the property. Yet more evidence that the killer worked in some type of construction.

Suddenly, she heard what sounded like a moan. It startled her and then she froze.

Katie heard it again.

“Katie,” he said.

She realized who it was. “Chris?”

“Yeah…”

Katie dropped to the ground and crawled her way toward his voice until she touched his leg. He was lying on his back like she had been. It was so dark she hadn’t realized he was there.

“Are you okay?” said Katie. Her heart sunk knowing they both were trapped until the killer decided to murder them. Their only hope was that McGaven would come bringing reinforcements after not being able to reach them. They would have to hold their position until then.

“I don’t know… my arm,” he managed to say. “He ambushed me and then tasered me.”

Katie ran her hands over his arm and felt something wet: blood. Chris winced in pain.

“You’ve been cut, I think.”

“I remember now. He attacked me with a knife, but…”

“We need to stop the bleeding.” Katie took off her tactical jacket and then tore the bottom of her T-shirt so she could make a bandage. She wrapped it around his arm where she could feel the most blood. “Can you get up?”