Jason Thomson works as a sales manager at Walmart.
Of course I know his complete schedule. He'll go home at midnight today, or at least, his routine says he will be going home. I parked my car outside the store, close to his. He drives an old Mini Cooper, and he has a bumper sticker that reads
"Caution! No driving experience!"
At least he can make himself laugh. I take one last glance at the car and then look back at the entrance.
I check my watch. 11:56. Almost time. I won't take him out here, it's too risky. I'll follow him home and grab him there.
He lives a secluded existence, which is a great advantage for me. I look at my watch again and back to the entrance. Any second now.
And indeed, not many moments later he stepped outside the store, carrying some work papers and what seems to be an iPad or laptop. I wait for him to get in the car and drive off.
He lights a cigarette and gets in.
And we're off. I follow him for a few minutes, and we reach a crossroad where he is going to turn left.
But he doesn't. He goes right. A little shocked I follow him. Did he notice me or does he happen to have different plans? I frown a little concerned as I see him taking all kinds of turns that in no way lead to his place.
Finally he slows down and parks his car. He steps out of the car carrying a hammer. My eyes follow him as he crosses the road.
He knocks on the door of the house with the blue minivan. After about 2 minutes someone opens the door. Without any warning Jason charges onto him and starts beating him.
I don't hesitate for a second and run across the street with one of my knives. I wrap my arm around Jason's neck and drag him away from the man the face battered beyond recognition.
I tighten my grip and not much later I feel that he stops struggling. Out of breath, I lay him down on the floor and check on the injured man.
This has gotten very risky.
I start pacing, trying to think of the best solution. I stop pacing and drag Mr. Thomson to my car and throw him in the back. I give the house one last look and drive off. After about 5 minutes of driving I take my phone out of my pocket and call 911 anonymously.
I hang up a little frustrated because things didn't go as planned.
But now I am back on track. The kill room awaits...
To be continued..
PART 2 of Dexter's Tale
Tonight's the night of change