Chapter 23

The Whisperer thought of the terror he was inflicting on the girls in his garage. He whistled as he went about his shower. While he got dressed he thought about how he would kill Tracey Brooks. He dressed for the day and then went to check on his wife again. After he kissed his wife he went and watched his prizes on the monitor.

Tracey and Dianna sat and held each other. Nothing was said between them, they both just tried not to cry.

The Whisperer sat and watched for the better part of an hour. He was fascinated with how the two strangers bonded over their joint fear. He loved it when he would take one of the girls and then return to watch the remaining woman sit and tremble and every once in a while, she would crawl or reach out to see if there was someone else there. However she would ultimately revert to the fetal position and cry some more. These tears made him feel powerful and alive. It made him absolutely giddy when they screamed and protested after he went down and recited the 39^th chapter of Alma verses 5 to 7 to them.

It had taken him the better part of a month to find those specific verses in The Book of Mormon. Once he had the verses memorized, he started to truly enjoy his ‘work’. The verses had made his ‘work’ worthwhile. He truly believed that God had chosen him for this specific work. All the pieces came together to become a complete picture. When he went to church he listened to the Pastor and agreed with him most of the time. There were the odd occasions where his skewed beliefs and the Pastor’s beliefs didn’t agree. When this would happen the Whisperer wouldn’t go to church for the next two or three weeks. When he wouldn’t go to church, he would talk with his wife. She was the one with strong religious beliefs; she was the one who introduced him to the Church. It was his wife that had been adamant about becoming a member of the church. When they were dating, he knew she was a church goer, when he asked her to marry him, he found out how devout she really was. He converted to Mormonism from Protestantism and became completely immersed in his new religion. The Whisperer learned everything he could about the religion. Not the separatist or the fundamentalist views, but the core of the religion. What the Prophet Joseph Smith had talked about in ‘The Good Book.’ He felt that the fundamentalists were just abusing the young women; he believed whole heartedly that they were pedophiles disguising their behavior with religion. If he wasn’t already consumed with his latest project he might have taken up that cause.

The Whisperer shook his head to clear his thoughts and get back to focusing on the task at hand. He watched the girls a while longer then decided that he should check in at the office to keep his underlings in check. He turned off the monitors and then pushed the button that turned the monitor wall into a bookcase so no one would know what hid behind it if they ever discovered the secret panel in the wall. He didn’t need a nosy nurse to find his project by accident. He made sure there was a washer and dryer right beside his wife’s room. That way if the machines were needed, they were right there and then there would be no reason to wander into the garage and find his basement which hid the prizes.

On his way to the office he turned on the radio to hear some of his favorite songs. The news was on.

“…and in other news, the FBI and local Police are warning women in the greater metro area to be vigilant with their routines and to pay attention to their surroundings.”

The Whisperer changed the station and found one that was playing one of his favorite songs….in the back of his mind he was gleeful and excited that he was creating panic in a large group of women. If only they understood what his calling was; there would be no call for vigilance or worry. As he sang Carl Perkins’ Blue Suede Shoes, he thought about all the things he was going to do to Tracey Brooks. His cell phone rang and he turned the radio down and answered.

“Yes?” The Whisperer answered. “I told you not to call me on here.” The Whisperer said curtly. “What do you want?” He paused, the person on the other end gave their answer, “Fine, meet me in the usual spot.” The Whisperer hung up the phone and turned the radio off. His mood had changed from one of exultation to anger.
When he got to the meeting place he was furious. The person he was to meet was there waiting.

The Whisperer looked the woman he was meeting up and down, then with venom in his voice he spoke.

“What do you want? I told you that these kinds of things were to be handled in the way I set out. What if people see us together? “

The woman bowed her head in shame as she knew that she was in the wrong. She spoke timidly “I thought I would tell you that the FBI is close to finding our starting point.”

“This is what you bothered me with? I know where they are in their investigation, remember I work in the same building as you, I hear things. That partner of yours is digging in the wrong spots. That is why I pulled the strings I did so I could have you close to this. Don’t forget my dear, I can have you removed as quickly as I had you placed! Now go and do as I ask. I will be at the clinic later today to do more data entry for those killers.”

After the Whisperer was finished talking sternly to his protégé, he walked quickly back to his car to get to the office so he could then do his volunteer work at the clinic. He only had 8 more hours before he had to go back to the house and recite his passage to the whores he was holding.

When he got to the office, he stopped at the fax machine to see if there were any notices or any reports that had been faxed while he was out.

“Good, nothing!” he stated as he walked past and to his personal office. When he opened the door he noticed that his chair wasn’t pushed in as it always was. He didn’t put too much thought into this as was the custom of his assistant to move his chair when she put mail and files on his desk.

Just as he had figured, mail was in the center of his desk. He briefly flipped through it and found nothing that needed his utmost attention. He pushed his chair in and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He went back to his car and drove to the clinic to continue what they saw as data entry but he saw as fulfilling his calling. As he walked into the clinic he was greeted by the desk staff. He walked into the back and sat at the desk that was reserved for data entry; he got down to work right away and started where the file he had ended with had been marked. Secretaries, Doctors and patients went on with their business without suspecting that the Whisperer was collecting his list. He was thinking about his protégé while he was typing. He was getting upset again that she had called him. When he started this he told her the rules. He would have figured with all her experience in the police force she would have obeyed rules, however he guessed that she was only looking out for them both. He thought to himself that she had better not break the rules again or he would add her to his list.