Free Darknet by John R. Little Page A

picked the cat up and patted it. In the moonlight, he could see dark brown stripes mixed through the otherwise black fur. The cat was purring and he smiled as he played with it.
    “Nice kitty,” he whispered.
    From inside the house, he heard a tiny voice whining. “Aww, Mom, do I have to?”
    He couldn’t hear Cindy’s reply and neither did he hear any further protests from Avril. A light went on in her room and then disappeared shortly thereafter. He knew Cindy would soon find her way to her own bed.
    The cat licked one of his fingers. He smiled and held its head with one hand and then snapped its neck. The cat didn’t have time to meow, dying instantly. It went limp in his hands.
    He patted it one last time and then walked to the front of the house, which was also quite dark. The house was set back from the street to keep strangers from knocking on their door.
    The cat was like a wet rag. He placed it on a rattan chair on the front porch as if it were sleeping. He wondered how long it would take anybody to find it.
     
     

 
     
     
     
Chapter 9
July 14
     
     
    It’d been a week since Tony McKay had been to Guitars First. Now he walked back in, at the same time of day as that first time. As he’d expected, the same girl was there, staffing the empty store.
    “Hi, Deb.”
    She looked up with wide eyes. He wanted to laugh, knowing she was terrified of customers and wondering again what the fuck she was doing in this job in the first place.
    He just smiled at her, letting her know it was okay and hoping she’d remember the time they’d talked earlier.
    After a few seconds, her eyes lit up. He liked that. Her full lips curled up into a relaxed smile. It was a closed-mouth smile, not the open and wild smile he’d left her with, but he knew she’d get that back.
    “Hi,” she said. “You’re the singer.”
    “You got it. Just wanted to come back and see how you’re doing.”
    Deb Stewart was 21 and had few friends. He’d checked her out using Google and Facebook, and he already knew she was exactly who he was looking for.
    Unconsciously, his hand slipped into his pocket and touched his wallet. Deb was the only person who knew about the winning lottery ticket hidden there. He wondered if that had been a smart move, but he quickly tossed that thought away. Tony McKay was never wrong. It was all the idiots who surrounded him that made mistakes.
    “Really?”
    He smiled wider when he saw her face turn a shade of pink.
    “I like you,” he said.
    She looked down at the counter. He’d scared her again.
    That’s okay. Easier to control.
    “What time do you get off work?”
    Deb hesitated and then walked over to where Tony was standing.
    “I don’t know if I should—”
    He interrupted her. “Of course you should. You know that.”
    Then he shocked her by leaning over and slowly moving his mouth to hers. He was ready to pull back if she got too scared but she didn’t move. His lips touched hers and gently pressed. He liked how she felt and how she smelled. He put one hand on the back of her head and pulled her to him, kissing her harder and pushing his tongue inside her mouth.
    Deb kissed him back and tentatively put her arm around his back.
    Gotcha.
    He broke the kiss and then moved to her neck, kissing her there. She made a soft sigh, and he reached behind her with both hands, pulling her ass toward him. He knew she could feel his erection as he grinded into her.
    “I don’t know anything about you,” she whispered.
    “That’s exciting, isn’t it?”
    He kissed her neck some more, moving his mouth up to her ear. He then whispered, “You want to fuck me. We both know that. Nothing else matters.”
    He felt her shudder in his arms and felt her body pressing against his. He’d known from the moment he first laid eyes on her and knew exactly how to harvest her.
    “Close the store now.” Although he whispered it, it was clearly an order. She nodded and he let her free to go turn off the lights and