A Ghost in the fog ( A companion story to A Fatality Of Snow )

Accidents happen- Part 2

( Video- Trent Reznor - The Perfect Drug )

"  I swear I didn't kill any of those girls.  The other guys did.  I just watched. "   That was my story and I was sticking too it.  

It had been weeks of questions and laid out photos and more questions. I was so very tired of their prodding and was eager to get out of this god forsaken place.  What amused me to no end was how Janett went from wearing frumpy suites to a little more tailored look with plenty of cleavage.  She had also taken to standing up a lot and bending over the table. Today she had even done her makeup a bit different.  There were two less guards as well and that made me want to laugh out loud.  They didn't actually think they were safe with me, did they?

"   I am going to be honest with you, Devin.  I need you to give me something. Anything that I can hand over to help find even one girl.  I can't do anything unless you start to open up to me. " 

So now we were on a first name basis?  Hummm..."   Well Janett. I watched my band mates beat, hurt and kill quite a few girls.  They all kinda run together in your mind after a while.  I mean you know about the kid so you know that I stuck my Dick in all of them at times but I never killed any of them.  "  That lie never got old.  I very much loved to make them bleed and die by my hand and in various ways, but if I could put all the blame on the other guys then you bet your ass I was going to do so. 

"  Yet the jury convicted you...."    She sighed as she rubbed at her temples. 

"  Someone had to take the rap for it. "  

"  So your the scapegoat then? "

"  I always have been.  Every time i got into a fight they blamed me. Some dick bloodied my nose and I got grounded.  Some asshole starts throwing punches and I got arrested.  Some bitch asks for it and they blame me when she turns up beat to shit in a parking garage. 

"  Interesting.   And when did you discover that you were Bi sexual?  " 

"  Does it matter?  I guess i was pretty young.  I try not to remember my childhood or most of my past.  What about you sweetface?  Do you like sucking dicks or eating pussy?  maybe both?  You look like your into more than just vanilla sex. I bet you like it when someone wraps their hands around that pretty throat of yours and squeezes.  " 

"  We are here to talk about you and the things you have done....Not me. "  

She was blushing and her nipples were pert under the silky blouse.  Had I hit on something?  Might the good Doctor be into a bit of kinkery?  Oh how he wished he could find out.  "  Oh darlin, I have done more things than one would think possible.  I make Satan look like Mary fucking Poppins. " 

" What about this one? "   Janett pulled an old grainy black and white photo from the stack.

His first, but she didn't need to know that.  She had been his babysitter and had called him a fag after finding him touching the neighbor boy.  She wouldn't quit teasing him and had threatened to tell his father.  He had gone into a rage, grabbed a kitchen knife and went after her.  He then raped her dyeing body while the neighbor boy cried in the corner.  Funny how all they wanted to know was about the missing girls and not the boys that he had taken out.   "  She used to babysit me until she made the mistake of calling me a fag. "  His eyes shone as he smirked at the old photo.

"  Where is she? "   Janett stared him down. 

"  How should I know. "  

" Come on...Where. "   She was not going to back down from this one.

"  There might have been a shed out back....Might have had a dirt floor. "   He dropped his gaze, tapping his fingers on the table. 

Janett shuffled her papers and began to write something down. "  Well that's all the time I have for today.  Thank you. " 

"   When do i get to be moved? "    He arched an eyebrow at her, making her shift uncomfortably in her hard plastic chair.

"  I'll see what I can do....If you tell me where Moth is  then it could be as soon as tomorrow. "

"  I fucking told you that I don't know shit about the little silver haired bitch.  Maybe she woke up and walked the fuck out. " 

"  Why don't you try to find out. "   Janett slid a piece of paper across the desk to him.  It was a phone number. 

"  What's that. "   Devin chuckled. 

"  It's a number to reach Chris. "   She felt pretty proud of herself to have gotten it. 

"  And you haven't called the police? "  

"  I need you to help me find him and Moth. " 

"  You don't know he's even alive let  alone with her. "  

"  We have a strong suspicion that they both are alive and I want you to find them.  If you do that then we can get you out of here. Is that a deal. " 

Oh the girl knew how to play hard ball.  He took the paper and tucked it into his palm. He guessed it wouldn't hurt to call it and see what happened.  He was unlocked and brought to his feet by the guards. 

"  My numbers on the other other side. "   She said quietly with a hurried brush of her hands though her hair. 

"  Just in case hu..."    He smirked and made a kissing face at her.  God he loved to watch her blush. Loved to think about all the ways he could make her bleed as he fucked her senseless.

"  Just in case. "    She nodded as she tried to hide her smile.