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Killer

Knavery of the lowest level

King Knowles limped across the forest, determined to reclaim the lost preys sooner than soon. Keeping the anger intact, he promised to use it as fuel for the spine-chilling end of everyone responsible for his present fugitive state.

Knotty problems have been plaguing his mind for months, especially the recent debacles where the victims could escape, and King kept wondering who might have been helping them. Other than Keisha, no one knew him as he did not favor kinship ties, nor was he interested in long-term relationships.

King preferred to work alone and stay aloof; he only could trust Keisha as she had won him over after a series of loyalty tests.

Kindred spirits were hard to find, especially when one’s occupation required complete secrecy; working under disguises, changing locations, cities, and even countries had made King avoid the company. Keisha was an angel who appeared miraculously at the right moment to rescue him.

Keeping pace with Keisha became too much for King, and he fell on the heap of fallen leaves in the meadow on the edge of the small hill.

Keisha turned in exasperation, dropping some droplets from the flask on his face; come on, man. We have to find cover before the sunrise; that is, anytime now.”

Knoll was just around the corner, and King gathered all his strength to get up with the help of the tree trunk.

“Keisha, you shouldn’t have come with me risking your life like this. I can handle myself.” King tried to smile at her.

“King-size ego has to be put aside for a while, Mr. Knowles. You need me more than ever. Don’t push away people who believe in you.” She quipped.

King chuckled, “Yes. My knight in shining armor. I kneel before you with full humility.” He led the way as if Keisha’s words had given him new confidence.

Kicking the stones and other debris out of the way, King was striding along when the sirens and barking dogs appeared to be closer, and he stopped to survey the area while growing suspicious.

“Keisha, how can they get so close? Do you happen to know something?”

“No, King, of course not. But I’m not surprised at all. Remember, we live in a digital age, and besides, you’ve been dripping blood all over the path since you left the parking lot.” Keisha retorted rather hastily.

Kneading pain in King’s stomach, making it hard for him to respond, he just nodded, following her into the safe environs of the Knoll, thinking to himself, once I’m inside, no one would be able to harm me.

“A keyless entry, I would imagine?” Keisha shot the question at him.

King laughed aloud, “No, my retina is the key to this palace.”

Keisha smiled wickedly, “Good to know. What else do I have to dissect out of you.”

Knoll was a palace equipped with modern facilities with tons of added storage and backups for power. Keisha looked around in wonder and stated, “It must have cost a fortune.”

King replied, now opening the bedroom door. “Yes. It’s more a labor of love. Let me show you the shower. I’ll join you in a bit.”

Keisha blushed like a new bride, grabbed the towel from him, and muttered, “Can’t wait to end this,” and slowly undressed in front of him.

King’s hot breath touched Keisha’s necklace, “Nice; what is it?” He started to open the pendant.

Keisha turned around and just knifed his jugular vein. Then, she calmly plucked out his right eye and opened the bunker’s door to the police waiting outside.

Killing King Knowles in cold blood was DCI Keisha Kempton’s successful end of the case after two years of intensive manhunt and investigation.

Epilogue: DCI Keisha Kempton did not reveal much about King Knowles’ case, but his death greatly relieved the families when they buried their loved ones. King’s city saw a brief spell of relief, but the murders began to happen again, this time the weapon was different and so were the victims.

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