The X-Man, Brian R. Lundin [ebooks that read to you .txt] 📗

entered Western Avenue and caught a southbound bus.

ESAU (WHISPERING)
Stupid motherfuckers

As the bus stopped at 43rd South Western Avenue Esau saw the men were still working at the construction site. He got off the bus and watched Ada from a distance she was so busy yelling at a worker she didn’t notice him as he leaned against a building. “Your time bitch motherfucker,” Esau said to himself looking at the clock on the American National Bank, it was 5:15 pm. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to live bitch,” Esau said in a low voice. At five twenty the workers started putting up their tools and headed to their cars. Ada was waiving her arms and yelling at a young black man who had his head down. A few minutes later the worker slumbered off and Ada headed for her car. The work site was empty all the cars were gone except Ada‘s, as she put the key in the car lock; Esau put the knife in her back.
ESAU
Get in the car bitch, and don’t look around

Ada did as told and Esau got in the back seat.

ESAU (CONT)
Drive, hoe and don’t look at me

Ada started the car and drove off the site.

ADA
Where to?

ESAU
Make a left at 44th Street and keep driving

When they reached 44th South Paulina Esau directed Ada to stop behind a vacant apartment building. Esau got out the rear seat and moved into the front seat.

ESAU
Remember me, bitch

ADA
Esua, what the fuck you think you’re do…..

Before she could finish, Esau struck her hard in the face and stabbed her in the side with the knife, Ada slumped against the driver’s door and Esau pulled her flat on the seat. Ada opened her glazed, terror filled eyes and tried to say something but Esau plunged the knife into her throat, pulled down her pants and raped her, he heard a slight gasped and said,” That’s for fuckin’ over black men.” After he finished he carved an X into her chest, pulled Ada’s dead body from the car and drove off. Two hours later her body was found and Ringo was notified. When Evetta and I arrived we interviewed Officer Pierce, the reporting officer, his sergeant introduced me to the officer.

SERGEANT
Officer Pierce this is Sergeant Ringo, tell him what you got

PIERCE
I was stopped by a Mr. Willie William who is a carpenter at the construction site on 43rd Western, he said that he was on his way to work and he generally takes a short cut through the alley on Paulina. As he passed an abandon building he saw a woman leg he stopped and saw it was his boss, Ada Shaw she had been stabbed numerous times and her dress was up and her panties pulled down to her ankles. He rushed to the site and called 911

Evetta and I went to the construction site and met with Willie Williams

RINGO
Do you know anyone who might have a bitch with Ada?

WLLIE
Everyone, she was a bitch, fucked with everybody

RINGO
Do you remember ever seeing a little, good looking guy hanging around the site?

Willie shook and scratched his head.

WILLIE
Yeah there was this little fucker who Ada was always fuckin’ with, his name was Eli, Eway………?

RINGO
Esau

WILLIE
Yeah, that’s it Esau Sneed, we use to call him the “little bitch.”

EVETTA
What happened to him?

WLLIE
Ada fired him

RINGO
Thanks, we’ll get back to you

The Cook County Medical Examiner’s Office is located on west Roosevelt Road. We stopped at the reception desk and in a few minutes were met by Doctor Dixon who led us down antiseptic, white tiled stairs to the basement morgue operating room. We entered through a closed steel door into the cold, dry air of the operating room. The icy chill and various chemical smells always made me feel nauseous and it was no different now. On the operating table was Ada, a sterile sheet covered her privates parts but the rest of her body was exposed. I moved closer to the table and looked at her, her soft ebony skin, her face so peaceful she was so out of place in these cold surroundings.

DIXON
Our examination of Ada revealed that she died of multiple stab wounds made with a surrogated knife, she had been raped and sodomized probably post mortem, traces of sperm.

The sight of Ada on the table dogged me all the way back to the Special Crime Bureau, I thought about all the other victims of this monster. Most people can accept death of a love one that is sick or even killed accidentally, but how do you accept a love ones death that is sudden, needless and brutal? We returned to the building and shuddered as I went up the stairs to Monique’s office. When I entered her office she got up from her desk and hugged me tightly, I smelled her perfume and felt her body next to mine. Finally we let each other go.

MONIQUE
Sit, detective

I did as requested and flopped down exhausted in an oversized, brown cloth chair.

MONIQUE (CONT)
Think it’s him?

RINGO (EYES CLOSED)
Seems like it; an X carved into her body

Later that evening, I returned to my office and retrieved the folder on Esau Sneed as the other detectives called it quits for the day. I couldn’t get the images of Ada Shaw lying on the stainless steel tables out of my mind. “Esau Sneed, born in Chicago, 1970, mother overdosed when he was three and three years later placed by DCFS with foster parents, Demetrius and Donna Whitley. In 1988, foster parents found stabbed to death in their Westside apartment and Donna was raped, Esau not found but considered a suspect. Interviews with teachers at Finger Elementary school revealed that he was teased and bullied by the other boys because he wore braids and barrettes in his long hair, teasing increased when discovered in gym class that he wore ladies panties, exceptional student and tested to have an IQ of 150, genius level. Suspected of killing six young women in Chicago and taking their panties and two in Gary, Indiana. He was arrested in September 14, 2009 but escaped from the lockup September 14, 2009 after killing a police officer. ” I pulled out the folder containing the FBI’s five page profile of the Esua Sneed and looked at the photo. He was a little man, handsome and listed at only five feet but had a well developed chest and muscular. I continued to read the FBI profile, “The X-man is a serial killer and without doubt is mentally ill, whether as a result of some event or trauma in his life or through chemical imbalances in his brains he cannot think and process emotions like the rest of us can in everyday situations. The X-man probably begun life in abusive or broken homes, with little or no parental influence and no positive social interaction with family members. This may have lead him to develop abnormal ideas of what is normal for people to do, He will one day take his behaviors to the next level, which in this case is killing people, probably women. He is probably socially backward, or the other extreme, seem socially normal, but secretly think that he is somehow above and beyond other people and smarter than other people. Your X-Man is a sociopath, people who cannot feel empathy, or feel sadness or guilt in a normal way like we can, which allows them to kill people with indifference and without suffering any negative emotions as a consequence. When a normal person kills another, they usually feel guilt and empathize with their victim, as well as knowing that they did something wrong. In short they can put themselves in the victim’s position in their mind, and can imagine the victim missing out on the rest of their life, and knows the full impact of what they have done. Sociopaths however don't see any of this, and because of he can’t he can kill indiscriminately at will without feeling any guilt about it at all, even if their victims were totally innocent of harming them. Serial Killers are the most difficult to understand or, rather, the reasoning behind their actions are difficult to comprehend. The drives behind these killings can vary from case to case. Fetishes and hatred of the opposite sex can be motivators in these killings. Two facts can be agreed upon by experts about serial killers. First, serial killers generally prey upon their preferred sex; for example, homosexual serial killers will seek out same sex victims, as in the case of Jeffrey Dahmer, bi-sexual killers- both sexes and heterosexual killers choose the opposite sex. Secondly, as a serial killer continues in his killing spree and he becomes more experienced, violence in the killings tend to escalate. There are no known cases of a serial killer starting out by dismembering his victims and, later, deciding that poison would be better. Some killers may simply have been born with this need to kill. Serial killers are, generally, difficult to catch and the reason may be this: there are two types of killers. The first type is those we see on the streets. The observer may know that this person is imbalanced and that their behaviors are unacceptable, but they do nothing. The second type is the person, who knows that their fetishes and behaviors are unacceptable. This person keeps his behaviors concealed and carries on a sort of "double life." This second type of madman is the more dangerous of the two. He is the next door neighbor, who you do business with or has contact with everyday, whom you would never expect to be a calculating killer. When he's caught, all who know him are shocked to the point of disbelief. Yet, he may even have been caught red-handed; Ted Bundy was a fine example of this very type. Serial killings have been recorded as early in history as the 1800's; they continue to this day. Unfortunately, there is no crystal ball in existence that can aid authorities in predicting who might become such a killer.” After another hour I decided I had it and was leaving the building when I saw Monique standing outside she raised her skirt a little and struck a pose.

MONIQUE
Going my way, big boy?

I smiled back and we left together.

RINGO
Hungry?

MONIQUE
I could eat

RINGO
Italian ok?

MONIQUE
Great

Vinzenato Italian Restaurant located at 24th South Western Avenue an area mainly Italian and Hispanic is a cozy family restaurant. Candlelit tables covered with colorful tablecloths are close together adding an air of intimacy. The owner Maria Torena Vinzenato an Italian immigrant opened the restaurant in the late 1990’s and works ten to fifteen hours a day cooking authentic Italian dishes and greeting her customers. The establishment itself is small and intimate with the soft romantic voice of Andre Bocelli floating throughout the room. There were maybe fifteen tables and the staff which were mainly her relatives, are friendly and helpful. We were seated and a large green salad and a basket of hot rolls were delivered by an attractive dark haired young woman that appeared just a little older than Deloris. I ordered Fried Bacala-Antipasto for appetizers, and a bottle of Chardonnay. We snacked on the salad and antipasto and l ordered veal Cutlet Milanese for Monique and Sea Bass