The ordinary strangler - An original story part 8

   

Georgie Miller was nearly twenty-seven years old and Jessie went to kindergarten with him. Peter felt outraged and he walked outside to smoke a cigarette.  This time Sylvia didn’t say anything and waited for him to finish before she dished up. 

There was not much of a conversation between them and after dinner Sylvia announced that she was going to lie down. Peter offered to do the dishes and she just nodded. The relaxed atmosphere in the house was replaced by a feeling of despair and Peter knew he had to get out of the house. 

Peter went upstairs to tell Sylvia that he was taking a drive, but she was asleep already. He grabbed his car keys and drove to the south side of town.  

He was specifically looking for drug dealers and he spotted them everywhere. Deals were being made out in the open and they were not even trying to hide it. 

He would have a field day out here, and instantly felt as if he could just go on a killing spree. He didn’t see one police car in the area. It would be the easiest thing in the world to take out a few of these guys.  

Someone had to do something, and it didn’t look as if anyone was planning to do much about it. 

This area was worse than Sodom and Gomorrah, and even if this was the last thing he did on earth, he was planning to stop these bastards.  

He drove back home and went back to his study.  He had to work out a plan of action and he didn’t want to get caught.    

Two hours later he had it all worked out perfectly. He wrote everything down and locked it safely in his top drawer.  It was nearly ten when he went downstairs.  He poured himself a whisky and ran the plan through his head while smoking a cigarette.  

He played around with different scenarios and felt quite impressed with himself.  He was determined to take out as many of these bastards as he possibly can.  

Peter was all charged up and struggled to fall asleep, but eventually dozed off. He woke up the next morning at his usual time and got up to take a shower. These late nights were catching up on him, but there was this urge in him that he couldn’t describe.  Sylvia woke up as he was about to go downstairs, and he kissed her goodbye. He told her that he had to work late because he came home early the next day.  

When he got into his car, he dialed his secretary and told her that he was not coming in because he had some kind of stomach bug. He had his list safely tucked away in his jacket and the first stop he had to make was at the second-hand car dealership. There was an old green station wagon that looked reliable, but it would be perfect for what he had planned.   

He bought the vehicle for next to nothing and paid cash. He didn’t want to be traced on this transaction and he told the dealer that he would do the registration himself.  

Peter Googled to find a storage unit where he could keep his own car and found one close-by. He asked that his name be kept confidential and he paid cash for two months ahead. 

He phoned a cab to pick him up and take him back to the dealership.  He drove out of the lot, feeling determined that he was doing the right thing. 

He drove straight back to the south side to see the area in the morning. He found a good spot under a bridge to park and took out his binoculars.  He spotted the first drug dealer in minutes and witnessed the drug deal right in front of him.

What was happening to this world he thought and knew that he was ready. The dealer was just standing there looking innocent and when he stopped next to him, he opened his window.  

“What are you selling?” he asked curiously trying to sound like a customer. 

“Depends on what you want. I’ve got Kat.” 

“Get in, I don’t want anyone to see me here.”

The man opened the door without thinking twice, but as soon as he sat down, Peter had the gun in his hands, and he pointed it at the young man. 

“If you want to live, you need to tell me who your supplier is. If you don’t, you’re not getting out of this car alive.”

 “Woah, are you crazy dude? Put down that thing I will tell you what I know.”

Peter disliked the young man and his cocky attitude, but he could feel the adrenaline rush coming while this guy spilled the beans.  He gave him a name and an address.  That was enough for Peter to work on for now. It was a good start.

“If you ever tell anyone what just happened, I will make sure that you go missing, and if I find you here again the same thing will happen.” Peter said and the young man could see that he was dead serious. 

“And you go straight home, you are endangering the lives of young people. Stop selling drugs and find a real job.”