Re-Runners First Life: A Time Travel Suspense Series by Elli Buchanan
Authors: Elli Buchanan
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had added to his growth both in confidence and certainty that he was living the life he was destined for. How many people could say they loved, truly loved what they do? Christian could and now that he was home, he would add to his collection.
The shed’s exterior matched the wooden plank logs of the cabin, but on the inside it now looked like a sterile hospital room. The walls were lined with white painted plasterboard, the ceiling featured bright florescent lights and a solid door with two deadbolts. A large laminated desk with several drawers fitted snugly against the wall at one end of the room, its surface covered with trays and photographic equipment. The accompanying chair was the only other piece of furniture in the room.
But that is where the sterile nature of the space ended. Starting from the left; neat, precise and marked chronologically in year date order, were dozens of pictures of his victims. Most were taken during his preparation period. Outside their homes, their work places, with their friends. However, it was always the last photograph of their final rest and Christian’s creative handiwork which brought him a quick rush of elation. It’s good to be home , he breathed as he reacquainted himself with his Lovelies.
Pushing aside the photo developing trays, he placed a black case on the desk and worked the combination locks until they clicked open. He sliced the lining with a pen knife and pulled out the hidden folder containing dozens of photographs of young women. Some were of the dark haired and sensual locals of Rome; while others were of the many tourists he befriended during his stay. Christian was always happy to help out with translating, which often led to a coffee and so on and so on. There were never any sexual advances from Christian, much to the frustration of some of his ladies. He courted them and then he killed them. Simple. He had no desire to bed them.
As he added the photographs of his kills in Italy to the wall; in specific order and with his usual care, his thoughts moved to his next lady. He hadn’t chosen her yet, but he looked forward to adding to his wall with great anticipation.
The world of technology was moving fast and Christian prided himself on keeping pace. He had attended the Tokyo MacWorld Expo the previous February and was now in possession of one of the first digital cameras to be released to the public. He gently removed his new Apple Quick Take 100 from its solid case and admired it. Now he could do away with the mess of developing his own photographs. He didn’t need high quality pictures, he just needed convenience.
As Christian stepped back to admire his wall, his Pleasure Palace of Lovelies, he thought briefly about Detective Pat Brodie. He was well aware of the career paths taken by his ex-hunters. Rogers had gone the way of administration and been promoted to Captain, while Brodie had taken a young detective under his wing a couple of years ago and the two of them continued to pursue leads in the le Segador murders. Christian respected Brodie for his brilliance and his persistence. If they hadn’t been on opposite sides of the fence, he would have enjoyed conversing with him over an excellent bottle of Italian wine. He’d been disappointed to hear of Brodie’s illness. A great nemesis soon to be lost. It took a bit of joy out of his homecoming ... but only a bit.
Chapter 15
Kate
1994
‘Bloody Hell,’ Kate heard Eric yell from the living room where he was watching TV and drinking his way through a six-pack of beer.
She dropped the clothes she was folding and ran to him, ‘What’s wrong? Are you OK?’
Eric pointed to the TV screen and laughed, ‘He’s back.’
Kate frowned in confusion but turned her attention to the news broadcast that had interrupted Eric’s football game. Usually he would be furious, but he was nodding and smiling at the story on the screen.
‘ Has le Segador Returned? ’ was the backdrop to the newscaster’s story.
The shed’s exterior matched the wooden plank logs of the cabin, but on the inside it now looked like a sterile hospital room. The walls were lined with white painted plasterboard, the ceiling featured bright florescent lights and a solid door with two deadbolts. A large laminated desk with several drawers fitted snugly against the wall at one end of the room, its surface covered with trays and photographic equipment. The accompanying chair was the only other piece of furniture in the room.
But that is where the sterile nature of the space ended. Starting from the left; neat, precise and marked chronologically in year date order, were dozens of pictures of his victims. Most were taken during his preparation period. Outside their homes, their work places, with their friends. However, it was always the last photograph of their final rest and Christian’s creative handiwork which brought him a quick rush of elation. It’s good to be home , he breathed as he reacquainted himself with his Lovelies.
Pushing aside the photo developing trays, he placed a black case on the desk and worked the combination locks until they clicked open. He sliced the lining with a pen knife and pulled out the hidden folder containing dozens of photographs of young women. Some were of the dark haired and sensual locals of Rome; while others were of the many tourists he befriended during his stay. Christian was always happy to help out with translating, which often led to a coffee and so on and so on. There were never any sexual advances from Christian, much to the frustration of some of his ladies. He courted them and then he killed them. Simple. He had no desire to bed them.
As he added the photographs of his kills in Italy to the wall; in specific order and with his usual care, his thoughts moved to his next lady. He hadn’t chosen her yet, but he looked forward to adding to his wall with great anticipation.
The world of technology was moving fast and Christian prided himself on keeping pace. He had attended the Tokyo MacWorld Expo the previous February and was now in possession of one of the first digital cameras to be released to the public. He gently removed his new Apple Quick Take 100 from its solid case and admired it. Now he could do away with the mess of developing his own photographs. He didn’t need high quality pictures, he just needed convenience.
As Christian stepped back to admire his wall, his Pleasure Palace of Lovelies, he thought briefly about Detective Pat Brodie. He was well aware of the career paths taken by his ex-hunters. Rogers had gone the way of administration and been promoted to Captain, while Brodie had taken a young detective under his wing a couple of years ago and the two of them continued to pursue leads in the le Segador murders. Christian respected Brodie for his brilliance and his persistence. If they hadn’t been on opposite sides of the fence, he would have enjoyed conversing with him over an excellent bottle of Italian wine. He’d been disappointed to hear of Brodie’s illness. A great nemesis soon to be lost. It took a bit of joy out of his homecoming ... but only a bit.
Chapter 15
Kate
1994
‘Bloody Hell,’ Kate heard Eric yell from the living room where he was watching TV and drinking his way through a six-pack of beer.
She dropped the clothes she was folding and ran to him, ‘What’s wrong? Are you OK?’
Eric pointed to the TV screen and laughed, ‘He’s back.’
Kate frowned in confusion but turned her attention to the news broadcast that had interrupted Eric’s football game. Usually he would be furious, but he was nodding and smiling at the story on the screen.
‘ Has le Segador Returned? ’ was the backdrop to the newscaster’s story.
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