He took the driver out of his golf bag and walked to the tee box. This was the first game he had played in years and he knew he was going to be a bit rusty. He took two practice swings and addressed the ball. He swung and hit the ball. It went high and far landing just to the right on the fairway.
By the fifth green he was playing like he had never stopped. It was a great feeling for him until he took the walk around the tree before hole six. There laid a lifeless woman’s body.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – driver
Jack Watson was just returning to his desk when his phone rang. He picked it up and it was Fred Sanders from the real estate office. When Jack heard what he had to say he wrote a note for his assistant to get the editor and to call the police back.
Sergeant Wilson hung up the phone and grabbed his hat on the way out of his office. He drove to the real estate office. They were finally getting somewhere. The sketch in the paper had brought forth a lot more witnesses and information. It was finally starting to feel like they were on the right trail to track this monster down.
Fred had all the contact information ready for the Sergeant when he walked in. They talked briefly and the Sergeant thanked him for his help. Heading back to the car he had the dispatcher put a trace on the cell phone and send him the coordinates.
Ten minutes later four officers were closing in on Matthew Plumber as he was sitting at the local park waiting for the right person to come down the jogging trail that would remind him of her again and ignite his fuse. He was focused on a brunette in a blue jogging suit when he heard something behind him.
Sergeant Wilson and his men approached directly behind the suspect quietly and quickly. Guns drawn he announced, “Springfield PD, Matthew Plumber you’re under arrest.” Matthew had prepared for this moment. He moved in one rapid motion standing and reaching for his back pocket as he turned. The Sergeant yelled, “Freeze!” But Matthew kept moving. A move he had practiced many times. He had to make it look good; like he really had a gun. The officers had no choice. The guns rang out and Matthew fell to the ground.
In the weeks that followed they found all the evidence to prove he indeed had murdered four local women and one from Jonesville. He would serve no time though, as he had been pronounced dead on the scene.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trail
Fred sat at his desk in the all but empty office. Most of the staff had left early since it was Friday and business was at a standstill it seemed, no one was buying and only a handful of people came through in a week looking for rentals. He had most of his work done but still needed to check his ad in the evening paper and make sure it had everything listed right before he could leave for the night. He went to the paper’s website and decided to take a quick look at the headlines; maybe gain himself an extra 15 minutes of pay.
There was a story on the serial killer who had already murdered four women at least and Fred scanned through that. When he reached the end of the article and saw the sketch of the suspect his heart skipped. “I swear that is the man I showed the trailer rental to just a day or two ago,” he thought. Heart beginning to race he opened up his current clients file and found one for Matthew Plumber.
Fred’s hands were shaking as he scanned through the file. Not thinking he picked up the phone and instantly dialed the ad department at the newspaper, one of the few numbers he knew by heart. When they answered he asked to be connected to the newsroom. He looked back to the computer and found the byline and was ready to ask for Jack Watson.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – leave
“Here you go Jack,” the mail clerk said as he dropped the envelope on his desk along with the rest of the mail. It was a large manila envelope with printed labels on it. “Thanks Pete. There always seems to be a flood of mail when the idiots are on the loose.” He was talking about the suspected serial killer that was plaguing the area.
He looked though the stack and stopped when he got to the large envelope. Something about it peaked his interest, maybe just a reporter’s hunch. He opened it carefully and found photographs of the murdered women inside and a three page letter supposedly from the murderer.
He picked up his phone and dialed the editor’s number. “Hello Frank, we’ve got a bombshell. The murderer sent me a package. Do we run with it or do I call the PD?”
“What’s it say?” the editor asked.
“Basically how women have ruined everything these days. Messing with politics, becoming a voice in the media, just a bunch of ranting. He does say they will all pay for how they wronged him. And it is only signed with K.”
“Start up some copy for the late edition and I will call the PD so they can process the envelope. They may block the story but I want something in case they let us run with it.” The editor said.
Jack started writing right away. He outlined how the murderer claimed women were ruining his life as well as every other male. He made sure to word it carefully to not enrage the murderer or terrify the public. Jack was one of the best in the business. He just hit the save button when he saw the officers headed across the newsroom.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – flood
Sergeant Wilson stood looking at the pictures of the women. There had been three now that had been killed in the area and one over in Jonesville that they think was tied in with this sick bastard. All women in there mid to late twenties, all brunettes. And that was the only connection they had found so far.
The last woman had been murdered near a city park and left behind for a little ten year old boy to find. It made the sergeant furious to think about. Not only was this nut after women but now that little boy had seen too much. It was like the killer had set a trap intentionally for a kid to find her all stretched out by the jungle gym.
A knock on the door brought the sergeant out of his thoughts. “Come in. how can I help you?”
“Sergeant, Williams just called in, there has been another body found near Jackson Pond.” said the officer. “It is another brunette named Melody Stevens.”
“Call the coroner, and for God’s sake keep the kids and press away this time. Tell them I am on my way.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trap
“What’s your name?” he asked as she popped the hood release lever. She was perfect he thought, a lot distracted and brunette just like her.
“Melody, is my name, “she said. “The daughter of two musicians from the sixties.”
He only half heard her. He was busy looking to see if there was any traffic on the street that might see him. He had only been lucky these past few months by being prepared at any time to take action against these half wit women like she had been, his first wife.
He quickly came to the drivers side door and swung hard making contact with her cheek. She slumped back across to the passengers side, passed out. He looked around again and then shut the hood. Getting her hands together with zip ties he shoved her body out of the drivers side and began to smile, “What a dumb bitch,” he said and started the car.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – melody
Suddenly the weight of a knife felt heavy in his hand. A warm sticky flow of blood ran across his knuckles. He felt blinded like in a tunnel, completely disoriented by this wave of total darkness. Slowly the light came back and he saw the gruesome view in front of him. He felt his grip loosen on the handle of the knife and was startled when he heard the echo of the knife falling to the floor. What had he done? And even more puzzling was, who was this poor soul laying in a pool of blood at his feet?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – handle