The family that preys together…- 26

Bryant was smiling when Crispin walked into the study a few minutes after noon. “I think one was enough,” he told his brother, pointing to the television screen.

“Good lord, it’s a damned circus.”

“And the clowns are the mayor and the police chief. Listen to them. ‘We’ll catch this madman and he will pay to the fullest extent of the law for what he’s doing’.” Bryant snorted as he mimicked the mayor’s words.

“Let’s not get over confident though.” Crispin set his cup on the side table before sitting down on the sofa to watch the rest of the news conference. “At least they did get the message. The question is, are they connecting this to the two earlier killings?”

“If they are they’re not saying so publicly but any fool can see it.” He held up his hand as a reporter shouted out a question. “And apparently that fool just did.”

By the time they’d turned the television off the brothers were feeling fairly satisfied with what they’d done so far. But again Crispin cautioned that they would have to stop for a while. “At least until things cool off a bit and the public outcry for our heads dies down.”

Bryant chuckled. “Believe it or not I agree. When it was just between us and our victim we were relatively safe. And I suppose when the urge hits again we can just do that, two on one and dispose of the body as usual. No more public demonstrations for at least a couple of months.”

“Boys.” They both turned to look at their father as he came into the room. “You did well. That was quite graphic, if I do say so myself.”

“Thank you, father,” Crispin replied, smiling.

“What do you have planned next?” Gerard asked, taking a seat in the wing back chair.

“To lay low for at least two months,” Bryant told him.

“And then?”

“We haven’t decided.”

“Then if I may, I have a suggestion.” He told them, eliciting nods of agreement as he did.