10:15 pm

 

I now know where most of the strip clubs are in Delta’s town, that was my last couple of evenings and most of the day today. I didn’t follow him into any of the clubs, not that I was afraid of any security, but I don’t need to see this pervert in action to know what he is like. After waiting for him to leave for work this morning, I let myself into his house and installed my goodies. I borrowed a jumpsuit from a local pest control company so I don’t look out of place in any residential neighborhood. Once I got back to the ops center and started going through his computer and search history I came across a huge stash of pedi porn. I knew it, these pedophiles don’t just miraculously heal from their affliction, they just become better at hiding it and from what I saw, Delta is an expert. He has been actively engaging in swapping images with several other perverts around the world. Once we are done here, law enforcement is going to get a nice little email package with all of these other connections of Delta’s, but for now, his ass is mine.

 

Hey, speaking of law enforcement, the FBI has opened a case on Simon, I’ve been monitoring their servers. I counted on law enforcement involvement at some point and truthfully, I am glad they at least took me seriously enough to open a case on me. It is going to be interesting to see what kind of agent they put on my case, I hope a worthy adversary. I thought about initiating a dialogue but I don’t have the assigned agent’s information yet and I kind of want to see if they can make their way to me on their own. I am confident that if I walked into the FBI right now and confessed to these “crimes” that they would have a hard time convicting me, unless they find my small stash of bio counter measures, but those are safe enough with biometric locks and if someone who doesn’t know what they are doing tries to open the container the items will be destroyed automatically. Other than that, there isn’t a shred of evidence connecting me to anything illegal, just another upstanding law abiding member of society. Let’s dance!

3:15 pm

FBI Headquarters

 

Nikki eliminated the San Diego Gordon Peterson after the local agents found out Gordon had been in an accident 6 weeks ago and his right leg is still in a full length splint so he has been unable to drive. The condition of the car confirmed it has been in the same place for several weeks at least.

 

The Atlanta case has gone cold. The local agents have interviewed everyone in Gordon’s life and no one knew of any problems with anyone and Gordon hadn’t mentioned any altercations to anyone. They processed the Jeep at the Atlanta field office and found no trace. Similarly, Gordon’s home yielded nothing indicating anyone other than Gordon had been there. The cyber techs went through work and home computers and found nothing on either.

 

On the Charlie case she found 3 people had actually fallen to their deaths on the 31st. 2 were eliminated immediately and that left Jonathan Bishop, 39, Jacksonville, FL. Bishop has 2 sons matching the age in the blog. Bishop was found in the stairwell on the 9th floor of the bank he works at with several contusions indicating a fall and a broken neck which was the cause of death. Autopsy found nothing to indicate anything other than a fall and the death was ruled accidental. The local FBI lab re-autopsied the body, clothes and personal effects and found no usable trace and no prints. At this time, the FBI is considering the case an accidental death.

 

Nikki sat back in her chair spinning the pen absentmindedly in her hand staring at the ceiling. At this point with these 2 cases lining up almost exactly as Simon outlined in the blog, Nikki knew that he was either there as a witness or he killed Bishop and presumably Peterson until a body shows up to refute that claim. No, Nikki was sure that there was a Simon out there and he was very capable, at least from what she saw thus far. If his claim about his cyber abilities is true, it is going to be very difficult to draw him out as he has shown he already has some level of access into the FBI systems. No, she was going to have to use some low tech, she was going to have to attempt contact, she just has to figure out how.

1:45 pm

 

I should have known by the way Delta drove that he was not your normal everyday dick muncher, this guy would have to improve significantly to become a piece of shit and I am honestly thinking about requesting payment for ridding the world of this scumbag. Let’s see what I found thus far;  hasn’t paid taxes in 3 years, child support in 2 years for his 2 children yet he has sufficient income and assets to do both. Here’s the kicker, Delta is a registered sex offender. He was charged with statutory rape when he was 27 for having sex with a 12 year old. This just changed the price of poker so to speak. The rage likes! We are going to be taking some time with Delta. I have been to Delta’s house, a neat 2 story in a decent section of town. Unfortunately, no security system which is ok because I need to keep my skills sharp so we will be getting a lot more involved in the surveillance on this particular project. I am going to plant a tracker I have developed on his computer to see what he is really all about as well as normal eyes and ears. I just need to find an “in” into his house, shouldn’t be too difficult. In the meantime, old fashioned surveillance.

9:55 am

FBI Headquarters Quantico, VA

 

Special Agent Monique “Nikki” Ruthanne Sebastian sat at her desk pondering the assignment she just received from her Special Agent in Charge. Nikki is 37 years old, single, 5’ 5 “ with an athletic build. She has a natural classic beauty and doesn’t normally wear much makeup. She has an olive skin tone and chocolate brown hair reaching the bottom of her breasts. She wears her hair in natural spiral curls and only pins back behind her ears when working on a serious case. She has intense green eyes that pop through her long natural eyelashes. Her appearance and dress are always immaculate. Nicki graduated top of her class at Virginia Tech with dual degrees in Criminology and Psychology which made a perfect fit for the BAU. She spent the previous night reading Road Rage, the Blog to get up to speed on the case and she was reflecting on the next steps in her investigation. Nicki has been with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI for the last 9 years and she has a reputation of being able to get into the psyche of a serial killer and she has a stellar close rate on her cases. She was given the Road Rage assignment to work as she is able around her normal casework until something more substantial develops that would require more of the Bureau’s resources. At this point, there has been no actual known crime and that is where she is beginning. Nikki already had some notes on Simon; he was likely at least 40 due to the population reference, obviously intelligent and familiar with forensics and police procedures. Some of his references are possibly military or even law enforcement. If his claims are true, it is a very good strategy to pick his targets randomly and if he is indeed operating in multiple jurisdictions he will be very difficult if not impossible to track. The Cyber techs are working to unravel his IP address and thus far they have followed the path around the world that Simon had outlined so at least his claims of his cyber prowess seem to be at least partially true. That is unfortunate and will definitely make him harder to track.

 

Nikki ran Gordon Peterson through the missing person databases in every state and came back with 3 possible matches. 2 of them fall within the correct timeline so she requested case files from both jurisdictions to see what information she can compile and see if there is any possibility that one of these is a potential match. The problem is that Nikki has no information on the possible victim other than a name, no age, description, state, anything. The first Gordon Peterson is 49,, 5’ 11” 220 lbs, green eyes, brown hair, wears corrective lenses, and is a resident of San Diego, CA. Gordon was reported missing on November 1st by his ex-wife when he failed to pick up their 2 children for his visitation weekend. No outstanding warrants and no criminal history. Local police investigated and found his 2014 Volkswagen Jetta parked in his garage at home. He also has a boat registered in his name and the local law enforcement confirmed that it is accounted for in its slip as normal. No sign of forced entry into his home or vehicle and no prints other than the owner’s on either. There has been no activity on Gordon’s bank account or credit cards. Cursory review of his financials reveal nothing noteworthy.

 

The second Gordon Peterson is 34, 6’ 0”, 195, blue eyes and black hair and is a resident of Atlanta, GA. Gordon was reported missing on November 9th by his employer when he failed to report to work and one of his co-workers found his Jeep Wrangler was still parked in the employer’s parking lot from the previous week. No prints were found on the car, no sign of forced entry. This Gordon had 2 misdemeanors for assault in the last 5 years. As with Gordon number 1, no activity on any of his accounts or cards and nothing noteworthy in his financials. The blog had mentioned a Jeep so Nikki was fairly certain this was the missing Gordon, but she will cover all bases, this is the FBI after all.

 

Nikki opened internal cases on both Gordon’s and sent requests to the San Diego and Atlanta field offices to have agents interview family, friends, and associates to see if they could shed any light on the type of personalities of both possible suspects. Nikki found that the unsub (unknown subject) has a very certain type of victims he targets and at this point, that is about the only thing they have to go on. Nikki thought about trying to engage Simon through the blog, but she wanted more information before she went down that road because she likely would only get one chance to draw Simon out to engage him. She began a search to see if there are reports of anyone falling to their death in a commercial building anywhere in the country yesterday, that should be easy.

2:15 pm

 

Well, that was easy. Normally, I won’t go into a building that our guest is in but I need hands on with Charlie and I confirmed I can enter and exit the building without any video surveillance, not that I couldn’t wipe it later, I just have other things to do and I’ve waited long enough to meet him in person for the last time of his life. Charlie takes the steps to the 10th floor of the office building he works in each day and there are no cameras in the stairwell or the side entrance to the building leading to the stairwell. The door is locked from the inside, but that was 12 seconds of my life I won’t ever get back. I made my way up to Charlie’s floor and waited. I heard him long before he even got close and I started down the stairs right as he was approaching the landing at his floor. As I passed him, I smiled and said good morning “Charlie” and when he turned with a questioning look on his face recognizing me, I pushed him down the stairs. He tumbled down the entire flight and came to rest at a weird angle at the bottom. I checked for a pulse and he still had a heart beat so I broke his neck. Twisted it quickly and it just snapped. The rage liked that immensely. I took the clay mold out of my pocket and pressed his fingers into it and then I took a swab and swabbed around inside his cheek and yanked a few hairs out and stuffed them into a ziplock, this won’t be the last time Charlie makes an appearance.

 

In a month, a trust fund will be set up by an anonymous donor for Charlie’s sons’ education, almost the same amount that Charlie moved to the Cayman account. Almost.

 

I walked down the stairs and out of the building. My car was a block away and I got in and drove back to the ops center to concentrate on Delta.

7:25 pm

 

I met Delta today. Oh, by the way, someone from PETA wrote a note on my blog pissed off about the dog. I already told you I didn’t hurt the dog, but thanks for reading. They didn’t say one thing about Charlie so I am guessing they are cool with offing him, I think I will make a donation to PETA with some of Charlie’s money. Good thing because as suspected, that pussy Charlie is still walking around, playing Russian Roulette with his family’s lives. No problem, if you want someone killed right, kill em yourself. I had a contingency plan all along and would have already put it in motion had it not been for the fortuitous meeting with Delta. This is exciting, I like having multiple projects going at the same time. I feel like a construction supervisor riding around making sure all of the ongoing projects are meeting deadlines….yeah, that was a cheap attempt at a pun.

 

So let me introduce you to Delta. This spunk monkey was the first hat trick we have seen. I’m on the highway again in the left lane going a good 8 over the speed limit enjoying some good tunes and the wind in my face, no one behind me. Delta waits until I am about 2 car lengths away and pulls out into the left lane in front of me and then continues going the same speed he was going in the right lane. Had he waited 2 seconds for me to pass him before he pulled into the lane in front of me he might have had a chance at a full and what I am sure would have been a sad and disappointing life judging from his stellar decision making skills. I flew up behind him hitting my brakes to keep from rear ending him as he pulled out right in front of me and then he hits his brakes and flips me off, apparently offended that I was there. To further solidify his reservation in the guest suite, he stays at that speed, keeping distance with the cars in the right lane so he is effectively blocking the left 2 lanes. Thank you! His dossier is being compiled and the usual surveillance is under way. This is going to require some special attention, an actual hat trick. How could we be this lucky. It’s hard to argue the validity of my mission, and several of you continue to try bless your ignorant hearts; remember the eight billion people. Do you really think the world would be a lesser place without these walking advertisements for forced sterilization because I can tell you with all certainty that if they are going to behave like this in a vehicle on a public highway, they behave like this in all aspects of their lives. Do you really want to spend time with them?

 

Tomorrow, Charlie is going to have an unfortunate accident.

10:05 pm

 

I received this reply to my last email:  “I am sorry, please stop.” Do you think it was the dog or the power getting cut off. I doubt that this human jizz stain has the ability to care about anyone but himself so let’s put it to the test. I replied:  “Kill yourself and they live, your choice.”

10:30 am

Gordon Peterson.

So you would think Charlie might get a clue that he stepped into the hornet’s nest but bless his ignorant belligerent ass, he replied to my artwork involving his wife as follows: “I will fucking kill you muther fucker (his spelling), bring it on.” Ok then, bringing it on. I picked up his trash last night and while there, I poisoned his dog.

Calm down, I didn’t kill the dog, but they most certainly have a nice vet bill now. Don’t blame me, I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen. Besides, I wouldn’t kill an animal, I have much more respect for them than I do for these fuckers. I sent him a photo of two bloody bodies with his son’s faces photoshopped onto them and added the following text: “I tried to warn you, are you sure you want to continue to push me? I can play this game all I want, I know who you are, do you who I am? How’s your dog?” Let’s see how he responds.

Sure enough, he called the cops and guess what they did, they took a report and left. I am sure he is fully comforted now that he has pissed off the devil and is standing alone, naked and helpless. Just how I want him. Now it’s time to put some pressure on him. The trash was a gold mine. I found copies of his bank statements. Why do people have them delivered in paper and then throw them in the trash for me to find. Thank you. I have already hacked into his accounts and moved all of his money to a numbered account in the Cayman’s, and I haven’t even had my breakfast yet. I found his insurance information and found that he has a large life insurance policy. Perfect, the family will be just fine. I found his electric bill and I was bored so I called and had the service shut off, I know it was petty, but it was fun to watch.

8:45 pm

 

I have been busy with our latest acquisition. Charlie has a lovely wife and 2 sons, 11 and 14. They have a yellow lab and thankfully, webcams. You know I love me some webcams. This one is going to take some finesse, with the wife and kids involved. I want to surgically remove this tumor without disturbing the rest of the family. No disappearance, they will need a body so the family can move forward, most likely to a brighter future without this fucktard roaming around. I have installed GPS trackers in Charlie’s and his wife’s vehicle, made their webcams my bitch, I have located which school the kids go to and I followed Mrs. Charlie around to find out she is a realtor that doesn’t keep regular office hours. This is going to be fun. I took excellent photos of the wife, kids, dog, and several security camera stills that will be very useful. I found Charlie’s work email address easily enough on his company’s website and am getting ready to make an introduction, I am just not sure where to hit him first. I think I will start off with something light and fun like the photo of the dog that I drew a bullseye around and poked a couple of holes to simulate bullet holes. I sent this to Charlie with the subject line:  Consequences and of course signed it Simon.

 

You would think that getting a threatening email about something so personal and from your home that you would give it some consideration, some thought, some inkling that you are not so self absorbed that you would consider the safety of your family. But then you wouldn’t be Charlie. I received this reply six minutes later:  “Who the fuck is this, I will fucking kill you if you come anywhere near my family.” Such anger and I am the one with road rage. I hit reply and attached the photo of his wife that I photo shopped to a woman being bent over a table and taken from behind that I found on a website I accidentally happened upon. With the lighting and shading I used, it really came out lovely showing Mrs. Charlie’s eyes. I added the following text:  “I can take anything I want, anytime I want. You want to play with me?”

 

Trash day.

3:45 pm

 

I met Charlie today. I hope that by now I have established the very simple concept that the Rules are basic courtesy and simple good manners. There’s no secret code, just don’t be a dick, that should be perfectly clear and easily understandable, unless you are Charlie. Our next contestant comes to us via the Merge. A Merge is where a lane is closed, proper notice given that a lane is ending with the expectation that everyone will slide out off the closing lane into the other open lanes. Simple right. Enter Charlie, not once, but 3 times during a section of maintenance where they were working on the right lane and had the lane closed in several places I watched Charlie cut off 3 different vehicles, waiting until the very last second to pull right into someone else’s lane, whether or not there was a car there or not. The cars behind had to emergency brake and Charlie almost caused 2 different rear end accidents. I just smiled and grabbed the Canon.

 

I got vehicle shots, license plate, and pulled behind to follow Charlie for the duration. Once the maintenance cleared, he shot out into traffic like a bat out of hell. I held my position far enough back to not be easily noticed, but by the way he was driving, Charlie wasn’t too involved with what was going on behind him. He pulled up in front of a nice two story house with a triple garage in a very nice section of town. You would think a comment is coming about how the wealthy think they own the world and drive like they do too. I wouldn’t argue against that statement, but in my research I have found that rule breakers are pretty even across every demographic, they all share the same dick gene. The automatic garage door opens and he pulls in. I pulled up on the curb and waited to see if the door was going to close or not. Charlie comes walking out toward the mailbox behind my car. As he approaches, I stepped out and leveled the camera and took a few shots of him. “What the fuck are you doing taking my photo” he asks as he comes storming toward me trying to intimidate. I can’t share too much of my physical description other than to say most sane people wouldn’t want to come at me looking for a fight. “I’m on a public road and if I want to document local assholes, it’s my right” I answer with a smirk on my face. Immediately, his face flushes beet red and he comes toward me. I had laid the Canon back in the seat and I was leaning on the roof of the car through the open driver’s door. Without boring you with the dick measuring contest that ensued, I did all I could possibly do to provoke him to do something stupid, my body coiled and ready for action, all the while looking like I couldn’t be more bored. He threw several more insults at me and actually spit at my feet. I looked down and then brought my eyes back up to catch his with a smile as big as I could manage and said “thank you, you just made this so much easier.” Just then his front door opens and a nice looking lady similar in age to Charlie shouts out “hey, “Charlie” what are you doing, is everything ok?’ I leaned toward Charlie and I said, “no “Charlie”, everything is most certainly not ok for you.” I smiled one last smile, grabbed the Canon and took a quick shot of Mrs. Charlie and I left the neighborhood with Charlie still yelling at my retreating back bumper, knowing I would be back for a housecall in the not so distant future.