Thread: Internet Killers {Love&MrQuixotic}

Although Pete's thoughts were consumed by the possibilities of what this anonymous women had to offer, and his nerves were on fire with anticipation, his outward demeanour remained calm and relaxed, his hands steady, and his countenance neutral. Neither smiling, nor frowning, his lips were pressed together, and his eyes unblinking. What hour it was, or how much time had passed since they'd begun their communication, he didn't know. What he was cognisant of what was that there would be no sleep until she responded, and if the information he'd requested was provides, after he'd completed his initial research. Not that the murderer required much rest, most nights an hour or two sufficed. The questions he'd asked were those anyone who used the net were warned to avoid answering truthfully, as those three pieces of information were the key required to unlock the persons entire life. Just how much access it granted, the Internet expert was unsure if the woman on the other end of the screen was aware of, but he was. Once gained, he'd be able to research her history from childbirth, and track every future movement. However, that all required her to reply with the truth, and whether she would or not was the sixty-four-thousand dollar question. The threats he'd issued had been deliberately designed to either scare her away so as not to waste any more of his time, or to gauge, from her reaction, if she was potentially capable. The man held his breath, and watched the clock in the bottom right-hand corner tick over another minute as he waited, however, once more, he wasn't required to display his full measure of patience. She must be sitting right next to her computer, and the speed of her replies encouraged him, though, simultaneously increased his wariness. When he clicked on the message, Pete's gaze immediately sought her name and location and, for the first occasion when he discovered it had been supplied, his countenance displayed visible emotion. Gotcha, he whispered under his breath, as he swiftly opened up a second Google tab, accessed the Department of Motor Vehicles Database, typed in her full name, and then returned to the message. My terms are dependent on your abilities, and if I like what I see when we meet. I must admit that I'm encouraged so far. Pete paused as a ping emanated from the laptop speakers, and he switched back to the second tab to review the results of his search. Seven women on the Eastern seaboard, named Vivian Kathrine Voughnom, however only one with the given birth date, and a licence issued in Buffalo, NY, which the murderer swiftly pulled up a copy of. He scanned the face that appeared on the screen, piercing the pixels of her blue eyes with his own, and lifted a hand to brush her cheek and chin with his thumb. Hello Katherine, he whispered, and maintained his gaze on the attractive young woman's image for five minutes or more, before he completed his reply. Your eyes are very pretty, blue, just like my own, though as we agree, photographs do not do reality justice, and I'm certain I'll find them more enticing in person. Hopefully I won't be required to claw them from their sockets with my bare hands, for a keep-sake. Though, that does sound rather pleasurable, doesn't it? Possibly, I may do that with Ms Lebonksi. Should I supply photographs as I commit the act, or instead make you wait to hear the details on the evening news? Are you aware the media never provide the full story, or reveal just how sick and grotesque the damage was? Knowledge of exactly what some of their fellow human beings are capable of would drive the public into a frenzy. You shall hear from me again. Or not. Message completed, Pete submitted it, then relaxed in his seat to contemplate the situation. After a minute or two, he reached for the keyboard to commence a search on Monica Lebonksi, and set about booking flights to Buffalo NY, and arranging a meeting with a client he had located close-by to provide cover whilst he finished his research and reconnaissance. On both Vivian and Monica. Which would become his victim, if either, would be decided after he arrived. Possibly, it could be another woman altogether, someone closer to Vivian, to see how dealt with surprises, and for Pete to gain a better understanding of her true emotional strength. After all, who really cared about the death of someone they despised?