The Jack Of Hearts – Part 5

He arrived at a non-descript ranch house a few miles outside of town and surveyed the scene before going in.

“Hi Sandy. Nice place.”

“Oh, it’s not that much, but it’s home. C’mon in.”

They made small talk while she got ready to go then got in the car.

“So where to?”

She named a place she liked just off the strip and they had lunch and got to know one another. Harold couldn’t believe his luck. All the elements were there. He need only put on his game face and she would be his in no time. He wasted no time in getting to work.

By the end of the second week they had been together most every time she wasn’t on duty. She was falling for him. He expected no less. He was a master of the game. By the end of the third week he knew the time was right. They arrived back at her place after a flash dinner and a show and after an hour of pure passion she lay facing him with her head resting on his arm. He could see it coming.

“Harold, I know this is sudden and I know it’s crazy, we’ve only known each other three weeks, but there’s something I need to say.”

He leaned over and kissed her nose and brushed her hair out of her face.

“It’s okay Sandy, go ahead.”

“I love you Harold. I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

He smiled and put his lips next to her ear.

“Those words could never scare me Sandy.”

It just gets easier he thought. He told her he had to go to the bathroom and on his way back he reached into his jacket pocket and palmed a syringe, then returned to the bed in the dark. His pulse was beginning to race. It was all just so right.

A few days later he went out in the morning and bought a copy of the Las Vegas Sun and went to a café for some coffee and a muffin. He read the lead story with interest and then folded the paper and finished his muffin. He walked out into the sunshine and glanced up and down the road. It was time to go home.

He returned to work and everyone remarked on how much good his holiday had done him. Jim from accounting stopped him in the hall one day.

“Harold my man. You’re looking good. You’ve got a tan and a spring in your step. Must have gotten lucky on your vacation, eh?”

He winked and grinned.

“Oh, you could say that, Jim.”

“What’s her name?”

“Now, now Jim, I’m not a kiss and tell kind of guy.”

They both laughed and Harold returned to his desk smiling.

He kept a low profile for the following two months and his sleep was mostly peaceful. Soon after though his trips to his secret chamber became more frequent. He had reached the point where he couldn’t go there without reliving his past in all its graphic detail.

The demons were whispering in his ear again. Not for the first time he promised himself that he would not give in without a fight. Everywhere he went he found himself searching for the next one in spite of whatever else he was supposed to be doing.

One night as he sat in his lounge chair with his headphones on trying to drown out the thoughts though he knew it was futile. He needed release. There was only one way to get it. He got out his little black book.

Part 6 Tomorrow.

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