THE VOYEUR FROM TEXAS
It was love at first sight. Both of them single. Both starting over. Gun shy and tentative initially, they each took that first step. Choosing a safe setting to meet someone new without having to get too close too soon, they began to ride together on weekends. A cycling club for singles that met every Friday night and every Sunday morning. Semi-retired professionals who were fit and loved the outdoors … this was a group that ticked all their boxes.
Not wanting her heart broken again but afraid to miss a great opportunity, Liz let the relationship move quicker than she liked. Exchanging phone numbers after the first ride and then going for coffee after the second one, it wasn’t long before Doug invited her to his home for dinner. Checking him out online, and knowing other riders who worked with him, Liz trusted he was a good guy. A nice-looking divorced physicist working for a reputable lab, with one dog and no children, he was as close to perfect as she was ever going to find at this stage of the game. Quite a catch herself, they were admittedly a beautiful couple that looked right together.
What he failed to tell her, however, until after she arrived was that the house where he was cooking the dinner belonged to his mother and not to him. Explaining that he was house sitting and doing odd jobs while she was away, Liz took him at his word and was impressed when Doug gave her a tour around. Growing more comfortable with him as the night wore on, it took little urging on his part to lead her to the bedroom. As she began to undress, Doug turned away for a second … and without her seeing … he switched the camera on. Then he gave a thumbs up and returned to her attentively, and with the greatest of passion, they began to make love. With the moves of a trained actor, he positioned their bodies just perfectly … for the Voyeur from Texas.
In thirty minutes, it was all over with no sign that Liz had ever even been there. Strangling her with a rope he had hidden under the bed and then tying up her hands, he dragged her down the hallway and thru the backdoor to his mother’s garden. In a spot next to all the others, she was buried before sunrise.
Putting his bicycle in her backseat, Doug drove Liz’ car home and then let himself into her apartment. Removing all paths that led to him, and knowing the Club will cover for him regardless, Doug rode away in the dark … stopping later at a Starbucks to email his boss. With his coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other, Doug began studying the real estate section for the open houses scheduled later that day.
It didn’t always play out like this, and it wasn’t only women he killed. Sometimes he went after a pretty boy type. Like the ones they bargain over in prison. This is what he was personally most attracted to, but overall, it made little difference to him. He went where he was sent and played the cards that he was dealt. Some he murdered quickly … while others suffered a long and lingering death from either the AIDS that he spread during intercourse or the arsenic laced Metamucil-like product that he often recommended.
Created in a laboratory in 2008 by a fanatical religious cult, Doug was both a spy and a serial killer. Working by day as a physicist, he was operating on the side as a government informant. Supporting a regime that was anti-Western democracy, his goal was to take down certain industries and to murder those who were most influential with the greatest number of followers. With two artificial intelligences installed in him, he was Stephen Hawking and Joe Biden combined. 100% mind-controlled, he was a slave to his master, the Voyeur from Texas.
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