The Lurker

by Androgyne

This might not be the usual sort of story found on LL but I've written it to let off steam raised by the idea that we Leslita members are all perverts and potential child rapists and killers. Anyone, readers or authors who can identify the "Lurker" gets a big kiss off Androgyne!Email me and I'll Email you back the kiss. No sex but I hope you guys and gals like it.I feel much calmer now I've posted it.

Sarah Malcolm was the fifth, of the four before her three was still alive; of those three Violet Byrne was under a psychologist and would probably be so for years. Kim Anders was still seriously ill in hospital while Ingrid Harris was recovering but was likely to be still confined to her private room under police guard for some time yet.

Four pre-teens kidnapped, raped both vaginally and anally, savagely beaten then dumped unconscious on the street. The fate of Susan Bridges was to die, dumped in a burned out factory unit, by the time the group of boys playing in there found her it was too late for Susan. Parents were terrified but this predator had got away with it five times now and nobody was betting against him grabbing another kid unless god rolled the dice in favour of the forces of law and order.

None of the survivors saw the man’s face. Taken from whatever vehicle he used to move them, they never saw that either because he slapped tape over their mouth and eyes before they landed in it, bound hand and foot. When their eyes were uncovered the man wore a ski mask. In a half lit room they could mainly just say he was white, tall, and fat.

Detective sergeant Maxine Peters knew the M.O. by heart and the age group he was targeting. Five girls all aged between just turned eleven to just short of thirteen, all of them slender and tall for their age, all snatched in places they would have expected to be safe so their guard would be down. If Maxine could have one wish from her fairy godmother it would be for five minutes alone in the dojo with this bastard. He’d always worn a condom, even idiots know about DNA nowadays and the kids were always naked and had been hosed down before being dumped.

The investigation was stalled so desperate times call for desperate remedies which is why she had just parked up outside “Gabby’s” bar. Max knew it well since it was a gay bar and Max was, as a lesbian, a regular customer there, but the one she was meeting there was a gamble that could backfire.

Louisa Crane was ex army intelligence and was used to using unorthodox methods and bending the rules, fuck lets be honest she didn’t just bend them she smashed them to pieces then stamped on the fragments. Lou as she liked to be called was also a lesbian and they’d met here many times socially and on business. Lou didn’t hold a P.I. licence; she described herself as an “Expediter” which covered a multitude of sins.

Walking into the sparsely occupied bar Max spotted Lou settled at a table in a shadowy corner. Pulling back a chair Max settled into it and glanced across the table. The two women couldn’t have been more different. Max tall, slender though wide shouldered and narrow waisted, long dancers legs and a smooth catlike way of moving. The contrast with Lou was obvious.

Lou has to be fifteen or so years older than Max’s thirty one and is short and faintly muscular. Her hair is red and cut short as opposed to Max’s long silky black mane. If you’d seen her walk into the bar though you’d have noticed instantly that the two women had one thing totally in common. They both moved with the tiger’s stalk of the martial arts expert. The smooth stride coupled with an air of total confidence that showed they feared nothing and could handle anything thrown at them.

Lou waves to the barmaid.

“Two coffees Becky, one with sugar and cream and one black with sugar.”

The small blond grins and gives them both a thumb’s up.

While waiting for their drinks they catch up on personal matters.

“You with anyone at the moment Max?”

Max’s ebony face splits into a grin.

“Her name’s Julie, she’s at college, Saint Hilda’s; she’s studying modern languages and she’s eighteen. Cute little blond with blue eyes and I was her first lady. Probably won’t last but she’s amazing in bed. What about you Lou?”

“You know me Max, still the really young ones, her name’s Beth and she’s twelve and you know it won’t last. They grow up and move on but she’s great between the sheets too. Skinny, tall, and blond like your Julie; her mum’s a crackhead and god knows where or who her father is.”

That grin again showing Max’s startlingly white teeth against that black satin skin.

“I should arrest you for corrupting a minor Lou except they always leave you a fucking better kid than when they joined you. I don’t know how you do it but you seem to be able to turn them away from the dark side.”

Just then the coffees arrive and the conversation dies as Becky places the cups and saucers on the table along with a couple of serviettes.

 

In a darkened street near the docks a bloated figure opens the back doors of a van and dumps a slender and naked body onto the wet concrete pavement. The girl’s boyish chest still rises and falls though her body is battered and bruised and her groin and anus are streaked with blood. Sarah Malcolm is lucky to be alive.

The van doors are slammed shut and the van heads off into the night with no lights on until it’s well away from the area then turns and heads for the ogre’s lair. It’s an old detached house, the garden is a combination of tangled undergrowth, bare earth and rusting car parts plus ancient domestic appliances scattered here and there.

The hulk opens the garage doors, backs the van inside, and then emerges to lock the doors with a heavy and brand new padlock. He stumps over to the front door, inserts his key and steps in slamming it behind him. A querulous voice calls from the front room.

“Where have you been till now Jacob? I need my medicine. You shouldn’t leave your mother alone this long.”

The speaker may even out-weigh her son’s three hundred pounds of blubber. Her hair is a grey, tangled, mare’s nest; and her body is a shapeless mass wrapped in a filthy dressing-gown. Jacob crosses to the table and picks up an inhaler and a small plastic pill box which he slams down besides her then pours her a glass of water.

“If you want me I’ll be down in the basement mother. I need some privacy.”

Ignoring her whining protests he walks out, opens a door and descends into his hideout. The room is filthy! Fast food take out containers litter the floor some partly full of mouldy or rotting food. The room is dominated by the far wall which is covered by a mass of photographs of naked children, bruised and bloodied. Jacob lowers his mass into an old armchair and logs on to his computer.

His sausage like fingers fumbles clumsily at the keyboard and the mouse until the monitor lights up with the logo of “Lesbian Flowers” website as he moves to the message board and reads the posts there. Cytheria’s new story has received a lot of praise from the readers. A ballet teacher’s star pupil falls for her instructress and they eventually consummate their mutual desires. Jacob scans the other posts.

Fucking perverts! They’re all fucking perverts! Grown women who love children or so they say. They should all be in gaol or dead and the men on the site are just as bad! Sickos all of them so it’s time he posts his own message. Typing with one finger he taps out his message then clicks on send. Moments later it appears on the message board under his forum name of “Cockatoo”.

“You sick fucks are being watched, don’t think we don’t know all about you. You’ll all be going inside you perverts, next time you touch a kid think about how long you’ll be in gaol.”

Grinning hugely he unzips his jeans and pulls out a large and flaccid penis and begins to try to rouse it.

 

Back in “Gabby’s” Max sips her coffee and studies Lou closely.

“Okay Lou you asked to see me and you said it was in connection with the “Lurker” case. What have you got for me? Five kids now and we’re going nowhere.”

Lou stares at Max through the steam of her coffee for a moment then opens up.

“Absolutely no evidence that would stand up in court Max but I’ve got a whisper. I heard it from an ex squaddie who’s sleeping rough. He’s all fucked up after Iraq and I’m trying to get him straightened out. He’s been dossing down in an empty house on Bryant Crescent and he’s been watching this fat bastard who’s acting weird, comes and goes at all hours of the day and night and keeps coming out to check his garage doors are locked over and over again.”

“So what makes you think this has got anything to do with the “Lurker” Lou?”

“Gary, that’s the guys name, says he swears he saw the fat cunt carry something out one night, wrapped in an old blanket, he can’t be sure but he thinks her saw an arm slip out for a second before the guy went into the garage. What do you think? Worth a sneak?”

“How can we Lou? Like you said you’ve nothing worth a warrant so we can’t go near the house. I’ll mention it to Inspector Craig and it’ll go on record but we need more than the word of a soldier who’s got PTSD.”

“Yeah well I’ve got an idea about that, you won’t like it but it’ll be unofficial and if anything goes wrong I carry the can.”

“I don’t like the sound of this already Lou and you’ve told me nothing yet! What’s your plan?”

“Well I’ve got Beth round the back in my car. If this prick comes out as often as Gary says he does and he is the “Lurker” what do you think he’d do if he saw a twelve year old kid sitting on the fence outside his house? If he grabs her we say we heard screams and went in to investigate. You’re a police officer and I’m a concerned citizen who accompanied you.”

“Shit Lou you’re insane! Think of the risk to Beth and what makes you think he’ll snatch a kid right outside his own house?”

“Max I’ve talked it over with Beth and she’s willing to take the chance. Life was more dangerous when she was living with her junkie mum. We’ll be right outside and we’ll just wait a minute then go right in. You know why he’ll grab her Max, he’s progressing, the snatches are getting closer and closer together and he needs his fix faster now.”

“You’re a crazy woman Lou but I want to talk to Beth first to make sure she knows what she’s getting into.”

The two women rise and Lou drops a five pound note on the table as they quit the bar. At the rear of Gabby’s Lou’s BMW is parked. Max slips onto the back seat along side a skinny blond kid with pixie features and an infectious grin while Lou takes the drivers seat.

“Okay honey Lou tells me you’re up for this mad plan of hers, are you sure you understand how dangerous this is?

“Lou’s told me about what this prick’s doing to kids; some-one’s got to get him. Besides Lou’s been teaching me Karate and some Aikido so I can look after myself.”

Lou snorts and goes red.

“I’ve already told you Beth if he grabs you then you just wriggle and try to yell, no roundhouse kicks. We need you in this maniac’s house so Max and I can burst in on him. Make it look good okay?”

Max reluctantly agrees to the plan and her Ford follows Lou’s Beemer to Bryant Crescent where they park up down the road outside a derelict house. The house is silent and Lou’s informer, Gary, is nowhere around, sleeping in a hostel arranged by Lou.

“Let’s check out that garage first Max and see what’s inside.”

As a demonstration of what undercover operations can teach you Lou is impressive. The brand new expensive lock yields to her set of picks in under a minute. Dragging the door open a foot she shines a small Maglite torch’s beam inside.

“Fuck Max that’s why nobody notices him when he’s lurking waiting to snatch them!”

The van inside has the logo of “Enterprise Logistics” the company given a five year contract by the city council to carry out repairs and maintenance all over the city. Nobody ever pays any attention to them, they’re everywhere at all times.

Now comes the waiting and the risky part, risky for Beth. She’s kitted out in an ultra short denim skirt, tight tee shirt that shows off her budding breasts, and a short, nylon, windbreaker. The night is mild and quiet, the street is dark as half the street lights aren’t working so Max and Lou settle in the shadows while Beth perches on the sagging fence. Time drags by and Max is ready to call it quits when the front door opens.

A very tall very fat man moves towards the fence.

“What are you doing out here at this time of night kid?”

As he gets close he snatches at her. In truth Beth could certainly have slipped away but playing her role to the hilt she lets herself get grabbed and a fat hand is clamped over her mouth, stifling the screams she doesn’t want anyone to hear. Beth is carried struggling into the old house and the door slams shut.

The promised one minute later Lou and Max glide into the jungle of a garden and up to the front door. If the padlock defied Lou for one minute then the two locks on the scarred front door fall even faster. Stepping inside as Lou eases the door shut Max cocks her head towards where the cellar door stands inches ajar and voices can be heard from below.

As silently as ghosts the two women creep down the ancient wooden stairs.

“Get your clothes off you little slut! Once I’ve had what I want I’ll let you go.”

Beth’s had a tough upbringing and it shows.

“You fat lying fuck! I’ve seen your face and I know where you live, you’re never letting me get out of here alive.”

Jacob’s phlegmy laugh rattles in his chest.

“Smart little cunt aren’t you? Okay then get your clothes of and I’ll finish you quick once I’ve done you. Just be glad I’ll do that!”

“You are going to be SO sorry when my Lou gets here you prick!”

“Who the fuck’s Lou you little arse wipe?”

“I’m her girlfriend and she’s gonna kick your arse from here to the moon shit for brains!”

“Fuck I’ve grabbed me a fucking little dyke! I’ll show you what it’s like having a real man instead of some hairy arsed old cow.”

The hairy arsed old cow, even less enamoured of fat Jacob, steps into the cellar and Beth’s face lights up.

“What took you so long Lou? I see you got Max with you too.”

As one of Her Majesty’s police force Max feels she has to go the official route first.

“I’m a police officer and I’m arresting you on suspicion of multiple rapes and murder. You are not…..”

At this point Max shuts up as Jacob has pushed back his armchair and is rising with a cricket bat clutched in one meaty hand.

“How the fuck did you two get in here? Two more dykes for sure! You bitches are dead!”

As he lunges at them Max makes one last try at damage limitation. Her snap kick cracks like a whip across Jacob’s hand and the bat drops from his numbed fingers but he keeps coming.

“Fuck this for a game of soldiers Max, leave this to me, you’re a cop but I can do what I like!”

Lou’s first side kick takes the Lurker flush in his crotch; he doesn’t scream or groan, his breath's gone. Spinning on the ball of her foot the second kick, a roundhouse, crashes onto the side of his head and only his huge bulk keeps him on his feet. All his weight however is now on his right leg as the impact drives him sideways. Lou’s final kick is a killer, smack on the knee joint of his standing leg.

There’s a sickening crunch as Lou’s kick mangles the tendons of his knee and displaces his kneecap. Major surgery will be required and this time the Lurker screams loud and shrill. Before he can fall Lou steps in and slams a thunderbolt knuckle strike just behind his left ear and 300 lbs of fat slam down onto the dirty cellar floor.

As Beth scampers across to Lou’s open arms she pauses then launches her own kick, perfect form, and smashes the fallen Jacob’s nose all over his face.

“Fat twat you aren’t going to hurt any more kids.”

Max is on her mobile to tell headquarters to send the lot! The Litchfield Lurker’s been copped.

Everybody has arrived, social services have arranged for an ambulance to remove Mrs Ethel Garrity. It took two paramedics and a couple of volunteer cops to get her bulk onto a stretcher and into the back of the vehicle. Jacob Garrity has been taken away in another ambulance with his knee in a brace. John Field, paramedic, has refused him morphine claiming it has to be given by a doctor at Saint Anne’s hospital casualty department.

It must be pure coincidence that makes John take the Commercial Road route that means every couple of hundred yards he drives over a speed bump at quite a pace and at each bump Jacob screams.

Beth is giving her account to detective inspector Steven Craig. She was just heading back to Auntie Lou’s car when the fat man grabbed her. Lou must have heard her scream and she flagged down a car that that nice Sergeant Peters was driving. The fat man went for the two of them when they came into the cellar, the fat man must have forgotten to shut the front door as he was dragging her down here.

Beth is a smooth and accomplished liar. Her hard life had made her that but this time she’s lying for Lou and Max and her delivery is world class.

As the house fills with forensics officers Lou gestures Max over to the computer.

“Fucking hell Max I’m on this website and that fat shit was Cockatoo! Look at his last post.”

“You lesbian whores should all be burned at the stake and you guys on here need your nuts cutting off if you’ve got any that is!”

Max is wondering if Lou really is retired from intelligence work because she saw what happened when a uniformed inspector tried to browbeat her. She pulled an I.D. card of some sort out of her breast pocket and held it under the the woman’s nose. Inspector Rose Curtis went white and backed off very fast.

“He bought that van at an auction Lou and renovated it. No wonder nobody ever saw anything unusual those vans are out on the street till all hours.”

Finally released though statements will be taken in full tomorrow Max walks Lou and Beth to their car, Lou has an arm around Beth’s shoulders so Max hooks her arm round the kid from the other side.

“You’re a bloody hero Beth and you Louisa Crane are some kind of lady!”

Lou gives her a lopsided grin.

“Well so are you Sergeant Peters and I guess that makes the three of us heroes and ladies?”

As Lou settles behind the wheel of her car Max tosses off an invitation.

“Lou you must be the worst cook I’ve ever met so how would you and Beth like to come and have dinner with me and Julie Friday night. I cook as well as you don’t. Fillet steak and baked mushrooms sound okay?”

Again Lou unloads that lopsided grin.

I’m okay in a tent with army field rations Max but Beth and I would love to meet Julie, see you Friday eight o’clock?”

As the BMW cruises off into the night Sergeant Peters turns and goes back into the old house for the last time.