The Vigilante Life of Scott Mckenzie: A Middle Falls Time Travel Story by Shawn Inmon

Author:Shawn Inmon [Inmon, Shawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pertime Publishing
Published: 2018-09-20T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

Scott walked back to the same motel he had stayed in the night before.

Might as well, my car’s already here.

By the time he made it back, his ankle was once again swollen from too much walking, the Valiant still wouldn’t start, and he hadn’t eaten anything in twenty-four hours.

He checked into another room and gathered up his belongings from inside the car. He stuffed them back in his backpack, and dropped it off inside his new room.

Beyond a poorly-stocked vending machine, there was no food at the motel, so he grabbed his jo, limped over to the IHOP and finally had the pancakes he had been hungering for since he had woken up that morning.

As he poured syrup over his blueberry pancakes and crunched on strips of bacon, he contemplated this adventure.

On the bad side, I had to kill someone. On the good, I don’t know of any other way to have stopped him. He was caught and jailed twice, and he got out both times. I had to do it.

He chewed on a bite of pancakes, then washed it down with a drink of orange juice.

Just about everything that could have gone wrong today, did. But, I still got the job done. And, as far as I know, I got away without a hitch. I guess the woman who was with him could give police a description of me when they find his body, but I don’t know if they’ll ever put two and two together. They had a pretty good police sketch of Ted, and even people who knew him didn’t recognize him from it. All in all, I guess it was a success. So, why do I feel so melancholy? Why do I feel like I lose a little of my own humanity every time I do this?

Scott finished his breakfast for dinner and made his way back to his room. He turned the television to KING 5 and watched the news, but there was nothing about a dead body being found at Lake Sammamish.

The next morning, he arranged for someone else who was checking out to give him a jump, and the Valiant started right up. His first stop was at a garage, where they installed a new battery for him.

The west coast of the United States was a hotbed of bad deeds in the sixties, seventies, and eighties, so Scott knew he would spend a lot of time here over the next few decades. He’d taken care of Ted Bundy, but there was still a Green River Killer, the Hillside Stranglers, and Michael Hollister, the West Coast Strangler in his future.

Before he could get to any of them, though, Scott had his sights set on a less famous but no less-heinous killer—Charles Rodman Campbell. The murders that put him on Scott’s radar wouldn’t happen until 1982, but the crime that started it all was just a few months away.

In December of 1974, Charles Campbell raped a woman by holding a knife to the throat of her infant daughter.

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