The Sledgehammer Killer by Emmy Ellis

Author:Emmy Ellis [Ellis, Emmy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Remington circled the tanned woman as she rested naked, still out for the count, on the operating table. This part — well, when she woke up — was the most distasteful bit. Simon had insisted that Remington do this weird ritual whether he liked it or not. And it was weird, considering Simon would never come into the hospital and see the fruits of Remington’s labours. So what was the point of doing it then? Simon would never know whether Remington did or didn’t.

“But he might trick me, come back to the hospital after all, and ask to see the mosaic. If there aren’t enough tiles on it, he’ll know I didn’t do what he told me to.”

Life was such a dilemma sometimes. Yes, he had strict instructions and was more than capable now of dealing with women who looked like Edwina — he’d dealt with so many he was an old hand at the job these days. But getting the tiles for the mosaic then doing what he had to do to attach them to the canvas . . . He didn’t like that at all. Simon had said that the canvas, once filled with tiles, would make a good picture, something he could study often, make images out of it, whatever that meant.

Remington battled away a heave. Slapped the tanned woman’s cheek several times until she woke up, her eyes going wide, her mouth moving beneath the duct tape as she tried to scream. He smiled. It had helped to alleviate some tension, slapping her like that, so that her head swayed from side to side, her hair whipping about, a maelstrom of wavering strands that, to Remington’s mind, matched how it would writhe when he placed her in the canal.

“But I don’t think I can put you in there now,” he said to her. “I’ve alerted Bethany and Mike as to where Edwina is, so Simon’s disposal location is compromised. I don’t trust myself going to any other place along the canal.”

Wasn’t that what he’d secretly, subconsciously planned, though? Secretly, because telling Simon that he’d intentionally given the police clues, therefore narrowing down Remington’s options of where to place bodies, wasn’t a good idea.

Simon would be cross.

Remington didn’t feel the same as he had before. Something was slipping inside his mind. The Remington he’d created wasn’t as confident.

Maybe me taking all those tablets at once has done something to me.

He gave the woman his attention again. She snorted through her nose. Panicking, she was panicking far too much. She tried to lift her hands and lash out with her legs but failed. He’d strapped her down onto the table, no chance of her being able to get up.

Such a shame she looks like Edwina. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be here.

A sudden urge to cry took hold of him.

“I want Simon to stop telling me what to do,” he whispered into her ear, brushing her lobe with his lips. “I want to be a good boy.”

He stroked her cheek, which was red from his battering.

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