Stolen Hearts pt3

6.

      Leon only sat on the park bench quietly, secretly calm and weirdly even relaxed.  He kept on hiding his eyes that allowing them to get great angles to search the large open field in front of him and watch the different people.  Mostly the girls. 
     He sat pretending to read as he watched and studied all of the different beautiful girls as they went about their activities at the park that day. Just admiring the pretty girls, and anyone else who attracted his attention as he soaked in everything he observed in the busy field and enjoyed his view.
     Leon lazily scanned every detail of the huge grass and oval park field and stored it away, all the best images and memories for later use, but mostly he just watched them as he pretended to read the yellow hardcover novel as he did most days lately.  Alone, somewhere public, hiding his eyes and watching the different women, always searching.  He seemed to be hunting now, all of the time actually. Much more than before, even before he had been chosen, it seemed his work with the chosen souls had just completely consumed him these days. 
     With his memories of Jasmine still vivid in his mind, still the drive in him craved more.  With no clear agenda on his mind at all just looking, only because he was always just compelled to observing all women everywhere he went.  But he was always being careful not to overlook a good one and also always waiting to be called out to by the next chosen soul and heart in his collection.
     None of the women were grabbing his attention today, so he decided to head towards the art museum up the hill nearby, to people watch there awhile instead.  So he closed the book he wasn't reading and got up from his bench to head up the small hill towards the city art museum. 
     As he walked up the big hill he continued to passively observe the women, he saw a pretty and petite brunette with a ponytail laughing as she talked on her cell phone, and a sexy young Nanny or maybe she was just a really hot young Milf pushing a double stroller.  Her perfect breasts bulged perkily inside her nearly too tight but just right baby doll t-shirt.  Her boobs almost seemed too perfect to be real but as she passed Leon acknowledged that her ass looked great too. 
     He saw two teenage girls texting and giggling, one of them was even cute in her tight little blue sweater, and plaid skirt.  The cute ones legs were crossed over double like hot chicks do with her sexy bare feet entwined together.  He noticed she was sexy but knew there was no way she was quite legal yet so, diverting his eyes from the sexy underage girl, Leon headed into the Museum. 
     No one had really called out to him.  Not yet.
     A tour was forming as he entered the museum and his eyes fell immediately on an adorable petite girl in a museum uniform that was exactly his type.  It seemed to Leon the adorable curvy beauty was going to be the little tours guide.  He decided to join the small tour group, and watched her while waiting for the tour to start. 
     She wore a tan jacket over a white button-up shirt and a short yet still professional pleated skirt.  Below that were white stockings that ended with an inch strap of lace in the middle of her upper thigh and sexy strappy shoes that laced above the ankle on her tiny feet.  Pinned to her jacket her name tag said the words Tour Guide right above her name which read, "Katie".
     Katie wore her blond hair short and it curled in just below her ears.  He usually liked longer hair but the short look worked on her.  She wore these big gold hoop earrings and her make-up was very light and tasteful even with the bright and sexy shade of red she was wearing on her lips.
     She was slightly a thick girl like he liked but Katie was leaning more towards the thin side of thick than fat but still full and curvy.  Her large breasts filled her white button up uniform top completely and her cleavage peeked out slightly just above the top button of her blouse.  She dropped her pencil and when she bent to get it he also noticed just how filled out the rear end of her skirt was too.
     Yes, she was exactly his type from her petite curvaceous body all the way down to her small librarian style glasses that she wore and even the cute way that she chewed on the end of her pencil while playing with her hair.  Leon grew more and more aroused as he watched her.  He had known instantly that he wanted her and each minute he wanted her more.
     Leon watched as Katie spit her gum into a Kleenex from her purse and threw it away.  Then she slid her pencil behind her ear and approached the little 7 person group with her clipboard out in front of her ready to take charge of her days first tour.
     "Welcome to our tour of the City Museum.  My name's Katie and I will be showing you all of what our great museum has to offer you today and answering any questions.", she said and motioned towards the entrance, "Follow me and we'll begin our journey through our museum." Katie said very business like and then began her little group on their tour through the museum.

7.

    Detective Wilmes awoke to the blaring ring of the phone on his nightstand table.
     "Hello."  he grumbled into the receiver as he clumsily put it to his ear.
     "Noel?" an older woman's voice replied seeming concerned.  "Is that you?"
     "Yes Mother, it's me."  He said and took a cigarette from his now empty pack of smokes and lit it before saying, "Is everything OK?"
     "Well yes, here, are you just waking up Noel?"
     Great, he thought, another lecture from his elderly Mother.  It must be Saturday morning.

Stolen Hearts pt2

3.

     "What have we got here boys?", Detective Wilmes asked as he lifted the yellow crime scene tape and entered the bedroom.   
     "Someone please tell me that we found something useful this time." the Detective added to his questions for the crime scene unit investigators already inside the bedroom working on the scene of murder victim Jasmine Jarvis, The Romeo Killer's fourth victim, that he had killed last night while she had layed in her bed in her white little two story home that sat nestled in the middle of the quiet and wooded little culdesac located at 323 Cherry Court.

     "Sorry sir, but I'm afraid that we have nothing new to report." a far too young looking, freckle faced investigator replied.  He was standing at the foot of the victims bed holding a clipboard.  His glasses were his most defining characteristic so Wilmes had already nick-named him Glasses.
      Glasses continued his short update, "We haven't located any prints or fibers anywhere in this murder scene either room or on the body in this yet either sir." Glasses reported solemnly to the Detective barely looking up from his clipboard.  
     After he finished whatever note he had been jotting down Glasses looked Wilmes right in the eyes and with a somber look through his big nerdy glasses and finished his update, "It's just like all the other ones sir. No signs of struggle or distress anywhere in the bedroom." 
     Glasses looked over towards the victims bed and then added, "Just the woman's body in the bed and the poem written in blood on the wall above her like always aside from that nothing new." Glasses looked at the woman holding the roses in her bed with the big hole cut in her chest then back at the four line poem written above her in blood. 
     After a moment Glasses asked him, "Do you know what the poems mean sir?"
     Detective Wilmes followed Glasses eyes up to the short poem written on the wall.  It simply read;

"When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death
Feel we its tide more rapid?"

      "I have no idea kid I never really was all that much for poems myself but I may have to learn something about them because poems are all that slippery asshole ever gives us to work with."  Detective Wilmes mumbled to himself and slowly began to scan the room hoping to find anything unusual or useful that the Crime Scene guys may have overlooked.  He searched even though he knew Glasses was right that nothing was here just her clothes from the day scattered around the room where she had tossed them taking them off.  
     A red blouse was on the floor by the bathroom door and a few feet away from it were her tight, crumpled up blue jeans.  Resting on the floor by her bed were her cotton pastel colored flannel pattern panties and her black bra was hanging over the little door on her nightstand.  Nothing else.  The other two investigators besides Glasses were taking photos and documenting the crime scene.  They seemed to be finishing up. 
     Other than the crime scene guys the only other people were a uniformed officer standing guard at the entrance of the crime scene, and a large balding man with a comb-over sitting on the small white bench just outside the bedroom of the murdered local celebrity Jasmine Jarvis, host of the popular late night radio talk show on the rock station 97.2.
       Wilmes ignored the balding man and put him aside for now and begun searching the scene of the fourth murder.  He carefully scanned every detail of Jasmine's bedroom with his eyes reading the bedroom for anything that stood out and searching it for anything that spoke to him or just an item or other special thing that he would only recognize once he found it.  In Jasmines bedroom just like the other three he hadn't found it.
      He looked back up at the short poem written above her in blood and re-read the four lines over and over before finally saying quietly, "It just seems like a cryptic passage about death to me kid just like all of the other ones.  Honestly I really couldn't tell you what it means."
     A deep voice with a slight British accent gave their answer from behind them, "It's a short excerpt from a much longer poem written by Thomas Campbell." the large balding man from the bench said as he stared at the gruesome scene before he added, "Honestly son, I'm not really sure that Mr. Campbell himself could even tell you what it might mean to a killer."  The large balding man in the brown suit turned and leaned towards Detective Wilmes and said, "I am leaning toward your theory Detective, the poem even feels extra like it's only there for decoration." 

     Wilmes had to admit he agreed and examined the large balding, scholarly looking man from out in the hall that was now standing inside his crime scene.  A very tall, broad shouldered, yet worldly and gentle looking man wearing round horn-rimmed glasses and a dark brown suit like the ones the teachers on TV and college professor's wore.  The thick tweed kind.  The ones that had the reinforced leather elbows patches. 

Stolen Hearts pt1

1.

     Leon stared intently at the radio station's glass double doors waiting for Jasmine to open and walk through them.  He didn't mean to be impatient but tonight was finally their night.  The date he had chosen for their rendezvous had arrived.  Anticipation of their evening together had Leon just a little bit antsy for the end of all the waiting to come, and their evening together he had so meticulously planned out since the very moment that he had chosen her had finally arrived.  It was here at last.  With everything set, and ready, he calmed himself a bit but his eyes remained locked on those glass doors. 
     At last, Jasmine emerged from the radio station.  Leon's heart swelled with joy as he watched his newest love gracefully dance her way down the short flight of concrete stairs to the sidewalk.  His plans for them still a surprise to her but she was clearly happy as if she could somehow sense that this night was going to be special.
     He watched her with rapt and unblinking attention as she shimmied along cheerfully towards her little green SUV.  His eyes never left her as she walked along the sidewalk, her grace and beauty brought out softly in the dim glow of the streetlights.  Her long blond hair trailed her, bouncing slightly in the breeze as she walked. 
     She was by far the prettiest lover he had ever known.  Not by design, he never made his choices based on outward appearance,  her soul had won him over. Her beauty had just been a pleasant and welcome surprise. 
     Always beautiful tonight she was simply radiant as she moved rhythmically to her own internal beat.  She moved with such grace that she almost seemed to be gliding down the sidewalk.  Then, as if she knew he was watching, she twirled elegantly and seemed to curtsy softly just for him before opening the door of her Toyota to head off into the city and on with her night.  That's what she was like.  She had an artists soul. 
     It had been nearly three months since he had first seen her.  Five and a half since he first heard her voice.  He had fallen for her before the end of her broadcast that night he first heard her and somehow even deeper upon first sight.  She was his passions newest, and he believed most special prize.  Tonight he would have her.  The moment that had seduced and evaded him all this time was finally here.  His waiting over, it was their time now.  He promised himself he would cherish every second of it as well.  Locking each moment away deep in his mind to hold onto and nourish forever.
     He tailed her without being noticed, as he had done many times before, as she drove off.  Although her habits were very consistent and she followed the same route every work night.  Tonight was important and he planned to see it all the way through.
     He knew all her stops as well as how long she would linger at each just from knowing her so well, yet he loved pursuing her as she traveled along completely unaware of his presence as he stole every candid glimpse possible of her living out her life before his eyes.  He pursued her same as always and waited patiently while she visited all of her favorite nightly stops on her way home. 
     First stop was Murphy's for a beer with her friends.  He figured Murphy's would be her first stop because they had called towards the end of her show and Leon could tell she wanted to be there.  Plus Murphy's was often her first stop Friday nights.  He waited patiently as they closed down the bar like usual.  After Murphy's it was back behind the wheel and off to the next regular stop at the local Quick Gas for her Menthol's and a Sun Drop.  After Quick Gas Leon and Jasmine would be heading home to her cute little two-story house with the rose colored shutters and stained glass front door nestled neatly in the quiet wooded culdesac at 323 Cherry Court.