MORAL DILEMMA


By







REID JACKSON















PROLOGUE
Jack had taken a job as an associate detective with a reputable detective agency in San Francisco. After his injuries while on a secret mission for the Navy he quit and took his disability pension. He wouldn’t be content with a desk job.
During one of his assignments he became involved in a MORAL DILEMMA. This is that story.








CH. 1 THE UNHOLY PRIEST
He stalked the lady for two weeks. He was meticulous and methodical, and she was married without children. She resembled his whoring mother who had shamed and emasculated him. The world would be rid of such vermin. It would be the fourth victim in the cleansing. Today would be the climax of his psychotic thoughts
She was structured and her activity was predictable. Her husband would be absent tonight; he was in a business meeting in Phoenix. The house was compromised with a bug he installed in their living room. Enabling the killer to gather information to fulfill the plan and fulfill his quest. He had placed the bug in the house earlier, it was dusk and he was ready.
It was a quiet estate situated on five lovely acres; the house was magnificently built in the colonial style with rock facade and groomed landscaping accentuating the peaceful tranquility. The evening was perfect as he drove up the driveway to fulfill his destiny. The excitement was building as the distance to the house was diminishing. He was dressed as a priest because the mission was blessed. He rang the door bell.
“Yes.” The intercom spoke.
“Is this Mrs. Templer?”
“Yes, how may I help you?” The intercom seemed impatient.
“Mrs. Clarisse Bergman sent me to visit you.”
“Oh, Clarisse sent you, certainly come in.” The door answered with a joyful buzz.
The deceitful predator entered. The name Clarisse was extracted from the covert listening bug and expedited his entrance. “Clarisse asked that I visit you.”
“For what reason?” Robin had no idea why Clarisse sent a priest.
“She wanted you to have a gift.”
“That dear girl, what gift would she give me?”
“Heaven or hell!”
Robin froze at the remark and felt a deadly chill surge through her body. Something is terribly wrong here and I feel the evil. I need to do something, but what?
“Can I get you something to drink?”
He grinned, his eyes betraying her last moments. Robin sprang for the door but then two hands gripped her neck jerking her backwards while closing her air passageway. She kicked and squirmed but it was useless as her life drained from his deadly grip. I’m going to die, oh God, help me, I’m alone but not, what is this feeling that now holds me? I see a glow that is soft and warm, that comforts me. I must go to that warmth that fills my heart. I see a vague figure standing with open arms, he’s majestic with love surrounding me, caressing me. Who is this creature waiting for me? Could it be?
She had a pleasant smile and her face that seemed to glow as he stared. He cut off her wedding finger then left a message on her forehead in virulent red lipstick. `WHORING BITCH`

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The killer left the house as a car was coming in the driveway; a man exited the car and approached the priest.
“Hello father.”
“Good evening.”
“Is Mrs. Hardesty home?”
“Yes, can I be of help?”
“Would you give her this?” He was carrying a small portable cooler he opened the cooler. He withdrew a .22 Rugar six shot and aimed it at the killer priest.
“You’ve performed your last rites”
“Wha---“`Pop` The bullet left a telltale hole in the middle of the forehead. The startled priest fell; he had strangled his last victim.

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Detective Sampson was talking with the CSI investigator at the crime scene.
“This is weird.” Sampson remarked.
“No shit.” The CSI investigator agreed.
“The Unholy Priest committing his fourth killing then being shot as he was leaving.”
“Damnest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Detective Sampson was stymied at the double killing. The killer of the serial killer was perplexing. He had to know when, where, and the exact time of the serial killers

strangulation of Mrs. Robin Hardesty.

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