A couple of hours before Gerard and Crispin were discussing him over the breakfast table Bryant was looking down at what Crispin had called ‘his latest conquest’. She really was a lovely woman with long blonde hair and a lithe body that had wrapped around him in several interesting positions late the previous night.
Now she was spread-eagled on the bed in his flat, gagged and with her hands and feet cuffed and tethered to the bedposts. Her hair was blood-streaked, her deep blue eyes filled with pain as she looked at him.
“Are we having fun yet?” he asked, his voice seductive as he traced the tip of his knife along the bottom of her foot. “They say the foot is one of the most sensitive places when it comes to pain. Do you believe that?”
She shook her head wildly, her eyes pleading with him to stop.
“Or was it the palms of the hands?” He took one of her hands in his, forcing her fingers open. Slowly he sliced an ‘X’ into the palm while she mewled behind the gag.
An hour later he was wrapping the thick plastic sheet that had covered the bed around her body, feeling quite satisfied with himself. She had lasted for much longer than the last one. The only thing he regretted was the need to gag his victims. Screams coming from the flat would undoubted worry the other tenants of the building.
When he was finished taping the sheet firmly closed he went into the bathroom to shower off the small spatters of blood that had, unavoidably, landed on his arms and chest. As he dried off a few minutes later he stared at himself in the mirror on the back of the door. His full, sensual lips curved up in a grin as his eyes, as dark green as his father’s, took in his slender, well-muscled body. For someone past the age of thirty who lived the life that he did he considered himself in very good shape.
Once he was dressed again he looked around the bedroom. Other than the package in the center of the bed all was as it should be. And the package would be taken away as soon as he ate some breakfast. The nice thing about the flat, the reason he had bought it, was that it had a private side entrance. He could pull his car up within a few feet of the door, making removal of unwanted items easily done without any of the other tenants being the wiser.
Now, after downing the last of his coffee he went to get the car. An hour later he was in a secluded spot south of the city by the banks of the river which was in full flood stage. Taking the sheet-wrapped body from the trunk of his car he carried it to the river’s edge and sliced the tape, letting the body roll into the swiftly moving water. As he watched it slammed against some rocks and then sank slowly. When it was out of sight he used his knife to cut the sheet into pieces, being careful not to get any of the blood on his hands or clothes and then one by one dropped the pieces into the water as well. Finally he rinsed off the knife and then returned to his car.