This is the twelfth part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, and Part XI before continuing.
Brittney had made sure to take a class in computer hacking at the police academy. Those lessons came in handy when she wanted to find her way into Mr. Kelper’s email, having gotten his email address off his business card.
Once she was in, it wasn’t hard to find the address to his personal email and hack that. She was then able to keep tabs on everything he did. When she saw his wife send him an email with her travel itinerary for a conference she would be attending out of town, Brittney saw her opportunity.
She bought a ski mask with cash, making sure to always keep her face hidden from the store’s security cameras. She already had everything else she needed: gloves, black lace, dark pants and long-sleeved shirt, black socks, zip ties, and a knife. She used the black lace to cover the mouth and eye holes of the ski mask so she could still breathe and see, while keeping herself hidden. She wanted to be sure every inch of her was covered so Mr. Kelper wouldn’t even be able to identify her race, much less her face or fingerprints.
Brittney was so excited for the big night, she could hardly wait. She waited outside the house for hours before showtime. When she saw the teenager leave the house and get into someone else’s car with an overnight bag, she could hardly believe her luck. She would have her prey all to herself.
Brittney waited for hours after seeing the whole house go dark. As excited as she was, she knew that anticipation was half the fun.
So, it wasn’t until after midnight that she finally let herself into the house, crept up the stairs and into Mr. Kelper’s bedroom, where he lay snoring. The whole situation suddenly struck Brittney as ridiculous and she had to bite down on her lips to keep from laughing.
She leaned over the bed, her knife ready in case Mr. Kelper woke up. She held his hand and waited to see what he would do, but he didn’t so much as twitch. So, she put his hand on his stomach.
Then she put his other hand on his stomach.
Brittney was halfway through tying Mr. Kelper’s wrists together when he finally woke with a start.
“What are you-!”
Brittney deftly pulled the zip tie tight, securing his hands in front of him.
Mr. Kelper managed to propel himself up into a sitting position, but Brittney pushed him back down, then held a hand over mouth in a shushing gesture.
“What are you-?”
This time his voice came out a whimper.
Brittney allowed herself a silent smile underneath her ski mask. Then she went to work.
To be continued…