Book Five - Part Ten - Ending Evil: Chapter One

Prelude

The countdown begins as Baker steels herself for the face-to-face meeting with Freddy that will culminate with one left standing.

Lee takes on the seedy underground world or child trafficking, the porn industry and drug dealers. In one instance, he travels to Japan to take care of business. But is he becoming more and more like a second Freddy?

The Montie Pythoner’s gear up for championship gold.

A new relationship begins to take hold.

A death of a well-loved man has an effect on many people.

The time is getting close as Baker prepares to make Leon’s adoption official and there is this; she gets pregnant.

All this and much more.

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Excerpt

Clauson and Terrance pulled into an empty driveway, garage door opened and no vehicle inside.

“Front door’s wide open, Henry.”

“I see that. Maybe they made up; took off together and just forgot to lock up,”

“Or one took off leaving the other one behind.”

“Let’s hope we find him or her still alive. Let’s check it out, Terrance.”

As they stepped out of the squad car and headed for the open front door, Henry called for back-up. Walking up three concrete steps, Henry, with his right hand resting on the butt of his .38 Smith & Wesson, knocked on the door and announced himself.

“Hello in the house. This is the Montie Police. We had a call about a disturbance.”

About that time, a middle-age, skinny woman came running across the street from her home.

Breathlessly she cried, “I just saw Joe Becker leave not more than five minutes ago! I heard a gun go off, too!”

Terrance thanked her, then waved her away as a second car pulled up. Larry Larson and Phil Savage got out of their car and started walking toward the house.

“One of you guys get this woman’s statement.” Looking at his partner, he said, “You ready for this, Henry?”

“No.”

“Me either. Let’s go.”

What they found, was messy.

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Everything is pure to those whose hearts are pure. But

nothing is pure to those who are corrupt and unbelieving

because their minds and consciences are corrupted. - Titus 1:15

All Good Things Must Come to An End - Geoffrey Chaucer

I once had a good heart. I once was happy. No longer. All my

good things ended years ago. Now, I make others pay for their

doings. People whose hearts and mind are as corrupt as

anything you could imagine. Death for them ends their reign

on innocent people’s lives, and for that, if I go to hell, I welcome

the fire, for I have ended their terror on the innocent – Freddy

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Salt Lake City, Utah – Evening Time

Floyd Dekins resides at 4629 S. 17th Street in Salt Lake City. He is well-known and well-respected in his neighborhood. He works as an insurance adjustor and lives alone.

Floyd is short (5’3”), fifty-seven, bald, with a rather bulbous nose and he is overweight (275). He jiggles when we walks, but if you can get past all that, you would see he has arthritis in his hands. Not a good thing for an insurance adjustor to have.

Floyd is well-known because he is a Deacon in his church which is in the eleventh stake of the Latter-Day-Saints (LDS, not to be confused with LSD).

Because of his faith and his title, members of the church respected him as he constantly worked to make the church as wonderous and as compelling as possible. But all that respect would be washed away before Floyd’s last night on earth would end. Channel 03 News and The Salt Lake Tribune would have a field day at Floyd Dekins expense, but it would matter not to him.

Floyd Dekins was a closet porn-lover, and to supplement his income, Floyd was also a part-time film editor of sorts; duplicating certain underage video’s that would be mailed to him several dozen times a year. In the basement of his home was all the editing equipment he would need to duplicate these movies and transfer them onto DVD’s by the thousands.

Through an underground adult website, he would offer the videos for sale. Each sale he would pocket seventy percent. The rest went to the suppliers.

In real life, Floyd had never touched a child sexually and wouldn’t dream of doing so. Floyd hasn’t even had sex with an adult woman during his lifetime. But he had his fantasies and for Floyd, that was good enough for him.

With Floyd blubbering in tears, sitting at his desk writing out his confession, he did ask Lee if his death would be painless.

Lee never responded.

Once Floyd signed his name to his confession he said a prayer, asking for God’s forgiveness when he saw Lee raise his Styler 9mm, silencer attached to mute a portion of the noise; Floyd screamed like a little girl.

Lee pulled the trigger, silencing Floyd forever as a small puff of gray cordite escaped the muzzle as the bullet penetrated Floyd’s brain and he fell off the chair to the floor, dead.

For the next few minutes, Lee cleaned up after himself, dislodging the bullet from Floyd’s brain and picking up the spent cartridge casing from the floor. Then he pinned an Ace of Spades to Floyd’s shirt.

As he walked out the front door into a blowing winter wind, he left a note on the front door for authorities. Like all the others, this one was typed in irregular fonts and after examining the typeface, it was found the note was typed on Floyd’s laptop.

He is in the dining room on the floor—Spade.