Caitlin Snow (doomed_love) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-11-11 19:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | harley quinn |
WHO Tóraím
WHAT Working
WHEN Recently
WHERE Lake Tahoe
WARNINGS Death, mentions of bad things happening to children
Seven didn’t have a sense of humor. That much was painfully obvious when he couldn’t handle her shooting his doorbell. Honestly, it wasn’t like she’d hurt anyone and she’d done the job he asked. Whatever. Cailin wasn’t going to stress over it. The best thing about Vegas was that she didn’t have to work for anyone. Getting paid was good, sure, but she had enough saved up that it wouldn’t hurt to not work in a professional capacity for a while. Didn’t mean she couldn’t do what she did best. It only took two days to get the information she needed. Carter Cavanaugh was a mild mannered accountant, more of a bumbling fool than who he was beneath the facade. When no one was looking, he kidnapped young children, sexually abused them, and then dismembered them. All before dumping them in the middle of Lake Tahoe. She followed him as he drove his latest victim - a five year old little girl name Brittney Dawson - to his favored dump sight. Going out on the lake wasn’t an option, but she found a perch that allowed a clear shot with a good bit of cover. The rifle was set up methodically as she settled in on her stomach. She waited until Cavanaugh had dropped anchor and looked like he was about to drop Brittney in to shoot him, clean through the head. The bullet would’ve been destroyed beyond recognition but she wasn’t worried. Cailin was never worried. An untraceable call to the Nevada State Police informed them of where the body was and that they should look where the boat was anchored for the ten other children Cailin had been able to link to the man in just forty-eight hours. The next morning, she was on her way to church and the news was reporting the find of over a dozen children. A search of the man’s home revealed the DNA linking every last one to him. Cailin said prayers for each child, lit candles for them. They had deserved better, but at least their parents would have closure. They could bury their children, mourn them and, hopefully, move past it. It was something she would never have. Cailin said a prayer for herself, for her soul, before going to class that afternoon. |