The family that preys together…- 9

“How do we get her?” Bryant asked.

Crispin snorted. “With that phone glued to her ear it should be no problem at all. The thing of it is…” he chewed his lip, hesitating to say what he had in mind.

“What? Spit it out Spin.”

“Just killing her doesn’t do much good if we don’t make an example of her. There are too many of them running around. We have to let people know that their actions won’t be tolerated.”

“Whoa up! This has always been a game of eliminating an unacceptable person. Not something to send a message.”

Leaning back Crispin looked at his brother. “Maybe it’s time to change the rules?”

“Father won’t allow it.”

“Father taught us, set us on this road, but he doesn’t own us, Bry. We’re our own people. Why not combine our needs, our passion, with something else. Something useful. Besides, think of the thrill of coming out of hiding so to speak. Think of the terror we can invoke not just in our victims but in the whole populace.”

“Spin, you’re crazy. You’re out of your fucking mind!”

“Scared little brother? Don’t you have any confidence in our abilities?”

“Confidence I have, but won’t that be daring fate to go public?”  

“No, it’s just upping the ante. We’ve been doing this for so long and damn it I’m beginning to get bored. Well, maybe bored isn’t the right word,” Crispin added when he saw the look of surprise on his brother’s face. “But the rush from the game is like a drug. You get used to and need more and more of just to stay high. Maybe by changing the rules of the game the symptoms of withdrawal, to stick with my analogy, will take longer to arrive.”

Bryant began pacing the library, deep in thought about what his brother had said. Finally he turned to him. “How would we send the message?”

Crispin smiled slowly, knowing his brother was hooked. “I can think of several ways. Something done to the body, a literal message on paper, where we leave the body, we can decide once we’ve got her in our hands.”

“Then I suggest we get to planning.”