The Rainy Ripper…the scrubbed opening of Chapter 2…

THERE ARE NO INNOCENTS IN WAR, THERE ARE ONLY LOSERS. WHAT DID THEY LOSE? THEIR HUMANITY.

The wind and rain were relentless. Allie’s briefing of her findings took the better part of an hour. During that time, the storm had worsened. 

Lilly and Konan raced to the car. Lilly’s umbrella did not help block the rain. Between the wind and the rain, they both ended up soaked. 

“This is nuts, Konan. So, we are looking for multiple assailants, a sadist, and Lord knows what else.”

Konan sighed. Human depravity, viciousness, and violent nature were as old as time itself. Still, the brutal nature that had dispatched the woman was unusual.

“Tell me of your time in the service,” Lilly said. She didn’t phrase it delicately. His interest in the wound was not usual for a police detective. It hinted at something deeper and darker. 

“What do you want to know?”

“What was your job?”

“I hunted insurgents and killed them.”

“Okay. You saw a lot of action?”

“Yeah.”

“You mentioned decapitations when we were at the morgue. Can you tell me about it?”

“I could. I’m not going to. It’s not relevant to our investigation.”

“If you expect me to trust you, you need to tell me, Konan. This is how we build trust.”

“Okay. Let’s do this, then.”

 Konan’s lips pulled back into a snarl. His eyes became cloudy. He stared out the passenger window at the black night.

“The first decapitation I witnessed was a small boy. His mother was a judge or something. They killed her straight off. Raped his sister. Made his dad watch as they cut off the boy’s head.”

Lilly turned and looked at Konan. He spoke in a calm voice, as if he was describing a dinner or a bad date. 

“The second one was an entire family. They helped our forces, provided intel, reported enemy movements, that type of thing. Anyway, the insurgents found out, and they made an example. They killed all fifteen members of his family. They threw their heads outside of our base. We found them the next morning. Wild dogs had got ahold of them. We could barely make out who was who.”

“Dear God, Konan.”

“Yeah, it was pretty bad.”

They rode in silence until they arrived at the police station. Lilly asked no more questions about decapitation. Apparently, Konan’s answers had satisfied her curiosity. 

Konan had nothing else to say about the subject. What he had seen and done served no purpose now. It was enough that he had lived it.


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