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To Catch a Monster   Part 10



The flatbed cart rolled slowly along the county road, it's single horse
moving at a comfortable stroll.
At the reins was Patrick Olws, his face impassive and unresponsive.  His
task today was not a pleasant one.
Next to him sat Paul Anderson, also impassive.  He was thinking about what
they had to do today, and how he hoped that he would never have to do it
again.
Both men were dressed in fur lined trousers and boots and wore heavy looking
cloaks.  Protection against the biting wind.
Sitting in the back of the cart was Rhianna Summer. She too was dressed in
fur lined boots and pants and a cloak also wrapped her upper body. She also
wore a fur hat, something both the men neglected to put on.
She was uncomfortable, but not from the cold. She had nothing to hold on to
and the cart ride was a bumpy one.
She hoped it would be over soon.
As they entered the town limits they passed a parked squad car. The Deputy
inside picked up his radio and made a call.
The cart wound it's way into town and was passed by several cars and trucks
filled with hostile onlookers.  Several used their horns as they passed,
frustrated that such a slow moving vehicle would be allowed on the road.
No one on the cart paid them any attention.
As they passed the Sheriff's Office, Sheriff Kinkade stepped out with a
shorter man with gray hair.  "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Weller. It's good
to talk to someone that knows the area as well as you do, and I'm sure that
your information will be helpful."
"I hope so, Sheriff. It's terrible what's been happening here lately. I
wonder when one of our women will be taken!" said Andy Weller, Rhianna's
prime suspect.
"I hope it never comes to that." Kinkade said honestly.
Weller nodded, his eyes on the cart as it moved away down the street.  "If
there is anything more I can do to help, let me know." he said. The two men
shook hands and parted.
Kinkade watched him stroll casually in the direction the cart had gone.  He
had done as Rhianna had asked, brought Weller in to ask him about possible
places a man could hide on the mountain, a fake interview basically, just so
he could leave and see Rhianna coming into town. The call from the Deputy
let him time Weller's departure very well.
Kinkade was tempted to follow Weller, something about the man made him
nervous, but if he was their killer then Kinkade's presence would tip Weller
off.  That couldn't happen.
The cart stopped about a block and a half further down, in front of the
town's general store. Rhianna slid off the back.
"Now girl," Patrick said loudly, "You go hand that list to Mr. Gaines inside
and tell him that we'll be back soon to pick everything up."
"Yes Sir." Rhianna said.  She watched for a moment as Patrick got the cart
moving again, and then went inside the store.  She knew the men were now
heading to the town mortuary to pick up June.
Inside she found a lot of crowded aisles and a single check out counter in
one corner. A tall old man was behind the counter, staring at her.
Rhianna felt out of place in her fur and leather outfit.
"Mr. Gaines?" Rhianna asked.
The old man nodded.
Rhianna walked forward and held out the written list that Patrick had given
her.  Patrick had been told about her real role at the compound and had
gladly volunteered to help in Rhianna's plan.
"I'm supposed to give you this, and I'm supposed to tell you that Mr. Olws
will be back soon to pick everything up."
Gaines took the list and read it. "Why isn't he here himself?" Gaines asked,
his voice rough and barely understandable.
"He has to go to the mortuary to pick up his daughter." Rhianna said
honestly.
Gaines looked up.  "I'm sorry, I was unaware.  I suppose you want to stay
here and wait for him."
"Yes, Sir. It's cold outside."
Gaines looked like he might refuse. "Don't touch anything." he eventually
said.
"Thank you Sir." Rhianna replied.
She began to wonder the aisles, looking at everything like someone who had
never seen things like this before. The shelves were stocked with food and
other items, all mixed together in no real order.
She stood for a little while, staring at a TV that was on, giving her best
impression of someone watching for the first time.
Out of the  corner of her eye she saw movement. She looked and saw Owen. He
was standing by a magazine rack, one open in his hands.  He saw her watching
him and gave a brief smile, just two strangers meeting in a store.
Rhianna was glad he was there, glad that someone would be watching.
She continued to wonder about the store and eventually found the snack
aisle.  As she stood gazing at the chocolate bars she didn't fake her
longing.  They really did look good to her.
"Would you like one?" a voice at her side said.
Rhianna jumped, she hadn't heard anyone move next to her. She turned to see
an older man, just a little taller than her with gray hair and dark eyes.
"I can't." Rhianna whispered.
"Come now," said the man, reaching out and picking a bar of chocolate off
the shelf, "surely no one would get mad at you for trying a little
chocolate." He smiled and began to unwrap the bar.
"No one would get mad, but we just don't eat that stuff." Rhianna replied.
"Have you ever had chocolate before?"
Rhianna lied and shook her head.
The man broke off a piece and held it out to her.
"It's not polite to refuse a gift." he told her.
Rhianna reached out and took the offered candy. She put it in her mouth. It
WAS good and her smile was quite genuine.
The man smiled.  "My name's Andy." said Andy Weller.
"I'm Rhianna." the Agent replied, glad to see her prime suspect at last.
"What are you doing down here, Rhianna?" Weller asked.
"I came with Mr. Olws to pick up...to pick things up."
"Is he here now?"
"No, they went on another errand."
"So, you're on your own then.  I thought that wasn't allowed!"
"Only at night Sir." Rhianna replied.
Weller nodded and put a piece of chocolate in his mouth, he saw Rhianna
eyeing the rest in his hand.
"Here, you take this." he said, wrapping the rest of the bar and giving it
to her.
"I cant."
"Go on, you can have the rest later."
Rhianna faked a smile and took the bar, she opened her cloak to find a place
to put it.
"That's an interesting outfit you have on."  Weller said.
Rhianna had changed into something more modest than what Matthew had given
her. But she still showed a lot of leg and cleavage.
"It's nothing." Rhianna said.
"How come your husband didn't come down with you?" Weller asked.  Rhianna
looked up at him and he indicated her wrist bands.
"I'm not married any more, he died from an accident." Rhianna told him.
"I'm sorry to hear that. You must be lonely without him."
Rhianna bowed her head. "I am."
Weller nodded slowly.  "Loneliness can be the worst torture of all."
"You know what it's like?" Rhianna asked him.
"Yes.  Do you ever get tired of living on the mountain, ever wonder what
this world has to offer?"
Rhianna looked away, she did not want to overplay her hand.
"Sometimes.  There are times I wonder."
"I bet that since your husband died you've been thinking a lot about that."
Weller said.
"How did you know?"
"There are lot's of things in the world that you would like, things that are
better than chocolate even!" he smiled.
Rhianna smiled with him. "Too bad I'll never get a chance to find out."
"If you had that chance?" Weller asked.
Rhianna hesitated.  "I won't get that chance."
"Don't be so sure, sometimes a chance for something you dream about will
just jump out at you. The trick is to have the courage to grab it while it's
there."
"Why are you talking to me?" Rhianna asked.
Andy shrugged.  "Unlike most of the people in this town, I enjoy talking to
you folk from the compound. You have an interesting view of life."
Rhianna grimaced.
"You don't share that view?" Andy asked.
"I used to, when my husband was alive. But being alone is no way for a woman
there to live. It's so restricting."
"Then leave, they're not stopping you are they?"
"No...they aren't stopping me. It's just..."
"What?" Andy asked gently.
Rhianna could see how he could charm young women into going with him, his
voice was calm and warm and his attitude conveyed his acute interest in what
you had to say.  He was someone you couldn't help spilling your guts to.
She thought carefully about her answer. "They're the only people I know. I
have no where else to go."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You sound like leaving would be the best thing for
you."
Rhianna shrugged. "Yeah, but like I said I'd never get the chance. Thank you
for the chocolate." She turned and walked away, getting only a few steps
down the aisle before Weller spoke again.
"What if I was to tell you that you have a chance, right now."
Rhianna turned.  "What do you mean?"
"I can help you if you like. I can give you a place to stay until you sort
yourself out, learn what it is like to live out here. I live alone so you'll
have privacy to figure out your future!"
"I wish I could."
"I don't see what's stopping you."
"I...I don't know...it's so sudden."
Andy smiled. "Come on, let me show you something that might change your
mind."
Andy began to walk to the front of the store. Rhianna followed, curious.
They left the store and Andy began to walk down the sidewalk. "Come on!" he
said.
"I can't. I have to wait here."
"It will only take a minute."
Rhianna looked about, she didn't see Owen but could hear male voices at the
back of the store. The street was quiet also.
Andy walked toward her.  "Come now Rhianna, there's no need to be afraid."
He walked right up to her and Rhianna sensed a movement at her waist.
Then it was like her body exploded as every nerve went into overdrive. She
couldn't move, couldn't breath and lost control of everything. Then it
stopped and every thing went away, blackness descended!
Weller took hold of Rhianna with a practiced sweep of his arm as the other
one pocketed the Taser he had been carrying.
He knew he was taking a big risk here, but the opportunity had been so
right!
He picked her up and carried her upright to the alley beside the store where
he had parked his SUV, and slipped the unconscious woman on the floor of the
back seat. A rug hid her from view and he climbed in the driver's seat and
quickly pulled onto the street.
In minutes he hit the city limits and pulled the vehicle off the road and
onto one of the hundreds of logging trails that criss crossed the mountains.
Now he felt safe, there was no way he could be tracked quickly in this
wilderness. He had time to make a few plans.



It was dark by the time Matthew Anderson reached the Sheriff's office. He
had ridden down on a horse after spending a frustrating day alone in the
apartment.
Frustration had led to him using Rhianna's phone to call Owen to ask for an
update. Owen's news almost numbed his senses.
Kinkade was on the phone when Matthew burst in, attempting to coordinate an
ever increasing set of road blocks.
Special Agent Owen Johnson was seated at a desk with Paul, his face in his
hands.
Matthew walked in and stood with them.
"What happened?" he growled. He was frightened for Rhianna, and confused
about how she had been kidnapped.
"He got her, took her away." Owen said.
"How?"
"I was...supposed to watch her in the store, but the old guy who runs it was
suddenly in my face about the magazine I was using as a cover. By the time I
pulled my ID and got him to believe it was real, Agent Summer and Weller
were gone."
Anger welled up inside Matthew, he grabbed Owen and pulled him from his
chair. "YOU BASTARD! YOU LET HIM TAKE HER!"
Paul immediately jumped up and tried to get between the two men. Other
Deputies in the room also jumped up.
Matthew was swearing at Owen when they finally pulled the two apart.
"DAMN you!" Matthew cried over and over again.
"Listen here, CONVICT!" yelled Owen back. "Touch me again and I'll see they
loose the key next time you get locked up!"
"If Rhianna is hurt in any way, then it'll be worth it to beat your brains
out!" shouted Matthew.
"Matthew! Shut up!" shouted Paul.
Owen smiled. "You tell him, Anderson, tell the creep to cut his crap and..."
"You shut up too Agent Johnson!" Paul yelled.
Owen clamped his mouth shut, surprised.
"It's obvious the both of you care about what happens to Rhianna, but
fighting each other is not going to help her!" said Paul.
Owen nodded, realizing the truth in Paul's words. "I'm sorry. I guess we're
all a little stressed out by this."
Matthew just stared at him.
Kinkade had watched all this from his desk. "Johnson, any news on when your
people will be here?"
"A few more hours, that's all I know." replied the Agent.
"What?" Matthew asked.
Paul told him that they had called in the FBI on this one. Rhianna was a
Federal Agent and that meant the kidnapper had hit the big leagues. Only the
loss of a child caused the FBI to move any faster and with more force.
Matthew smiled.  "Good."



Rhianna Summer woke to find herself bound. Her groggy mind wondered what
evil sexual plan Matthew had for her this time.  Then the more recent
memories began to return and she remembered talking to Andy Weller in the
store.  Fortunately, the memory of the actual attack was lost to her, a side
affect sometimes found when a Taser was used.
This did leave her confused as to how she had gotten here. What happened to
her plan?
She looked around, but didn't see much, she was inside a green tent and it
was dark. One side of the tent was lit up by a fire outside.
Rhianna tried to shift her position, but found it almost impossible. Her
cloak had been removed but the rest of her clothes were still on her. Her
arms had been bound at wrists and elbows behind her back. Her ankles had
been bound to her thighs and her knees bound to her shoulders with ropes
running behind her back.  She was also gagged with a wad of rubber tied to
her head with a rope.
This position was murder, and it also left the area between her legs quite
exposed, despite having trousers on.
After a while Rhianna saw a shadow appear on the side of the tent, and Andy
Weller stepped in.
"Hello Rhianna, awake at last."
Rhianna made a half hearted attempt to talk through her gag.
Weller placed his fingers on her mouth. "Hush. No talking, I don't want to
hear a word.
Rhianna shut up, frightened at the man's calm manner.
Weller crouched in front of her and watched her for a little while,
memorizing how she looked at that moment, how beautiful she was.
Rhianna stared back.
After a few minutes, Weller smiled and pulled a knife from his jacket. He
saw how Rhianna's eyes were drawn to the blade, widening in fear. Their eyes
always went to the blade.
He held the knife close to her, almost touching her neck. The bound woman
stifled a whimper, remembering how the first two women had been killed with
a knife.
"Exposure time!" he said with a smile.
Weller let the knife slide down Rhianna's front until it went under her
dress between her breasts. The sharp blade cut the material with ease,
slicing downward until it reached her waist.  He pulled apart the front of
the dress, exposing her breasts.
Rhianna was trembling, mostly from fear but also from the cold. There was no
heat in the tent and he was undressing her?
Weller began to slice her pants open at the crotch, carving down until her
loin cloth was fully exposed.  This he simply removed, leaving her sex
uncovered.
He smiled.
Careful not to cut any ropes, he began to methodically cut away the rest of
her clothing, only leaving her boots intact. Her cloak he had lain to one
side earlier. It would also be useful. The boots he pulled off and set near
the cloak.
Soon Rhianna was naked but for her bonds, trembling in the cold air.
Weller pushed her back until she was lying on her bound arms, pain rushing
through her body. Her pussy was now obscenely spread, pulled apart by the
way she was lying and her bondage.
Weller undid his pants and let his penis come out, it was very stiff, for
this moment turned him on incredibly.
Rhianna began to cry as he drew close.
"There now, there's nothing to be afraid of." he said as he climbed on top
of her.
He was surprised at how easy she was to enter.




Daylight brought more roadblocks as the search area widened, and it also
brought a company of FBI Agents, including one who had a more personal
interest.
"Sheriff Kinkade? I'm Special Agent Wilson. Agent Summer's boss."  Kinkade
reached out and shook the man's hand.
"You taking over here?"  Kinkade asked him.
"No. The Colorado office is running this show, but my boss thought that he
should be represented, so here I am."
Kinkade nodded politely, but wanted to get back to his work.
He was tired and really didn't have time to deal with anyone who couldn't
actually help him.
"Do you know where Agent Johnson is?" Wilson asked him.
Kinkade gestured toward the back of the office.  Lying on a bench under some
coats was Owen, asleep for the first time in twenty four hours.
Wilson woke him.
"Tell me." he ordered.



Paul stood in the Great Hall of the compound. Surrounding him were most of
the men of the community, all of them in winter outdoor gear.
"We might have a chance this time of catching this monster!" Paul said
loudly to all. "Unlike the past when we lost time due to not knowing for
sure what had happened to our women, we know for sure that this time Rhianna
was taken by force.
We also have the advantage of total cooperation from the outsiders. They
have already sealed off the mountain and all exits from the twin valleys.
Even if he was to use the trails he would not be able to get off the
mountain without being spotted. His only chance is to go on foot, and I am
sure that Rhianna would make that as difficult as possible for him!
So.  We have him cornered, it is our job to find him. No one knows the
mountain like we do, and Kinkade has delegated the bulk of the search to us.
We do not go alone though, Kinkade has sent us men who will accompany us."
"Why?" someone called out. "Doesn't he trust us to search our own mountain?"
"He trusts us. The men he sent are not here to take charge. They all carry
with them radios that will keep everyone in constant contact. We have to be
able to move very quickly and the radios will help. One outsider will go
with each group. There will be twelve groups!"
The men grumbled, but would go along with it. They all saw the practicality
of the situation, and all had been taught since childhood that principles
come second to saving a life.
Paul dismissed them to the east barn where the State Troopers Kinkade had
sent waited. There they would decide on search areas and would proceed
further on horse back or on foot.
All the men were confident that this time they would catch the killer.
As the last of them left, Matthew came into the hall.
"Where were you?" Paul asked him.
"I had to stop in our apartment, there was something I needed."
"What?"
"I picked up Rhianna's...cell phone. I thought it might be useful."
Paul nodded. "Come on, lets join the search parties."




Rhianna lay shivering on her front, her bondage unchanged from the night
before.  She hadn't slept, she just suffered.
She could no longer feel her arms below her elbows, or her feet. What she
could feel she felt too much as pain competed  with cold.
She was covered in her cloak, and nothing else. Beside her lay Andy Weller.
Weller woke, finally, and stretched before opening his eyes.
He smiled when he saw the agonized woman lying next to him.
"A little cold in here isn't it!" he chuckled.
Rhianna would have groaned, but she didn't have the strength.
Weller got up, still fully clothed. He did a couple of stretching exercises
and then left the tent.
Rhianna heard him moving about outside for a while, fussing with the fire
and after an endless time Weller came back in.
He had a cup of something hot in his hands, Rhianna could smell hot
chocolate.
Weller sat down where she could see him and began to sip at his drink.  He
smiled as he drank.
"This is good." he said. "Would you like some?"
Rhianna hadn't eaten or drunk anything since the previous morning. She was
certainly eager for any kind of fluids.
She managed a small nod.
"Sure." Weller said.  He scooted forward and untied the rope that held her
gag in. He pulled out the huge rubber wedge and tipped the contents of his
cup into Rhianna's parched mouth.
It was hot, but Rhianna didn't care. Her body needed the heat and the
liquid.  She drank without choking which surprised her.
"Guess I'd better get some more!" Weller said once the cup was drained.
"Please, my arms." whispered Rhianna.
"What about them?"
"I cant feel them...so cold."
Weller pulled the cloak of Rhianna's body, exposing it to the cold air
inside the tent. Her arms below the elbows were an ugly shade of purple.
"I guess I had let that stay a little too long." Weller said with a smile.
He pulled out his knife and cut the cords that bound her elbows together.
They sprung apart and Rhianna cried out.  Building quickly to an almost
unbearable amount, pain flashed all the way down to her fingertips as
deadened nerves got a sudden new supply of blood.
Weller sliced at the cords holding her knees to her body and her ankles to
her thighs. Now her only bondage was her wrists, but she was still helpless.
It would be a while before she would recover full use of her legs.
Rhianna rolled to one side and screamed in pain, her legs felt like jello
and her arms were on fire.
Weller left the tent to get himself more chocolate, he had to consult a map
so that he could plan their way off the mountain.




Kinkade didn't like the Suit who had taken over the search for Weller and
Agent Summer. He thought the guy had no business conducting music, let alone
a thousand man search and rescue operation.
"Sheriff, we'll be putting your men at these points when we extend the
boundary in two hours." Agent-in-Charge Carter said to him, pointing at a
much written on map.
"Why? Why extend the boundary? We have a very good perimeter set up!"
Kinkade asked him.
Carter looked at him like he was an idiot.  "Maybe later I'll have time to
explain to you the strategies behind the moving perimeter, but for now I'll
just tell you that our suspect has had time to pass though our current
boundary and standard procedure dictates we extend it to keep him inside."
"What are you talking about, time to push through our boundaries? He's still
in there, you can count on it!"
"Yes, I'm sure you feel that way Sheriff. But the FBI and the Marshal
service has had a lot more experience in these matters.  I'm sure you
understand."
"I understand it a lot better than you do! You ever been out here in the
wild during the winter?"
"No, but we've done studies on searches in this kind of terrain..."
"Studies?  I will tell you one thing right now, Agent Carter.  There is no
way that man has pushed past anything. He's sitting on that mountain right
now because he knows the roads are all covered and that the only way out for
him is on foot. And at this time of year no one moves fast on foot.
Also, he has the sense not to go anywhere in the dark, so he's had to lay
low overnight and only now will he be moving again!  Weller has excellent
wilderness skills, I know cos I talked to him about them only yesterday.
He's going to play it slow and careful while you rush around spreading men
all over the damn State!" Kinkade's face was red with anger, but Carter just
looked at him calmly.
"As I said, Sheriff. You put your men at those intersections. You let me
worry about the rest of the area."
Kinkade felt like hitting him, something that another occupant of the newly
put together command center could easily see.
Agent Wilson stood up and walked over to his Colorado counterpart.  "A word
with you Agent Carter, if I can."
Carter looked smugly at Kinkade and turned to talk to his fellow FBI Agent.
Kinkade pulled himself together and went to where a coffee machine had been
set up. He poured himself another cup of coffee. He had been living on the
stuff.
"You can't be serious!" he heard Carter say loudly. Kinkade turned to see
the two Agents staring at each other.
"I'm going to have to call my office on this!" continued Carter.
"You do that, but right now my order stands. As the ranking Agent I take
command and we follow the Sheriff's advice and leave the blocks where they
are."
"This is bullshit Wilson. In twenty minutes I'll have command back and what
will you have achieved?"
"You can try!" Wilson said, turning away from Carter. He walked over to
Kinkade and got himself his own cup of coffee.
"What's going on?" Kinkade asked him.
"I outrank him, a little. I also believe you know a lot more about what
needs to be done here than he does.  You tell me what you need and I'll make
sure it happens."
"But what he said about getting his command back?"
Wilson smiled. "Don't worry, my boss is better than his boss."




Matthew skated across the knee deep snow on his snow shoes, at the rear of a
line of about eight men, one of whom was dressed in police blue.  As he
walked he felt for the pouch he had on under his cloak.
It's weight was a comfort to him, the only comfort he had right now, and he
traced the shape of the deadly object it contained.
When the time came he would be ready...ready to make Weller pay!




End of Part 10

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