Chapter 15

"El Diablo" could not believe his good luck. He was going to be able to actually stake out his next victims house before he was going to go in and take care of the "cleansing" that needed to be done.

When he drove up to Ms. Tillerman’s house it was obvious that she was not at home. The car was not in the driveway and he noticed that there were two newspapers on the front porch. H knew that he needed to be careful about how he entered the house because he did not want to bring attention to himself. He wanted to make sure that he knew about the lay out of the house before he had to enter it and take care of her.
He went around the backside of the house and noticed that there was a huge sliding glass door the would allow him to enter into the living room. When he went up to the door he noticed that it was locked but he thought that he could get it off its track. He rocked it back and forth and could not believe the fact that it actually worked. The sliding glass door came off of its track and did so very easily.

As he entered into the house he could smell the sweetness of the cookies that Ms. Tillerman had made earlier in the week. He was surprised that there was so much of the smell left behind when it was apparent that she had not been in the home for the past two days. He looked into the kitchen and noticed that she had left some cookies in the cookie jar. He reached in and was rewarded by the wonderful taste of her chocolate chip cookie. How he had missed them. It had been so long and he could not believe that he was getting the opportunity to taste them again.

After he had finished relishing a taste that he had not had in quite awhile, he started to look around the house. He wanted to make sure that he knew the layout of the house well enough that there were going to be no surprises when he returned. He went up the stairs and quickly noticed the master bedroom. He was happy to know that it looked quite the same as it had to him earlier in his life. He could not believe his luck to have found her.

It was true that she had moved since he last has seen her, but it appeared that she was a creature of habit. She set up her room the exact same way it had been in the other house. He was not sure how many homes she had lived in since he had last seen her, but he was very glad to know that she had not changed the way that she decorated the house.

He sat down on her bed and could not believe that she still used the same laundry detergent. He could smell in it her sheets. He sat there until he was almost overloaded his senses and then he started to think about what he needed to do. He was happy to be within her home, but he knew that he could not focus too long on the feelings of the past. He had a job to do and he could not jolted this path.

Looking into the rest of the rooms of the house and he was content with the fact that he knew the layout well enough to reconstructed it on paper. He then went into the office and got out a piece of computer paper and a pencil. He then drew out his own rendition of the house. He knew that he needed to do it in the house otherwise he would not be able to check on the validity of the rendition.

Once he is done with his drawing, he walks through the house to make sure that he had not left out any details that were going to be important. Content with the way his rendition has come out, he goes into the kitchen again and grabs one more chocolate chip cookie to enjoy as he is putting the door back onto its track. Once he realizes that he has put everything back the way it was the way he first saw it, he gets ready to leave.

Just as he is leaving the back of the house, he notices that there is a police car looking at his car. He breaks out into a cold sweat. He is not sure what he wants to do. If he goes straight to the car then he might be caught before he is able to complete his "cleansings." He decides to sit on the back porch and wait a while.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, he gets up and notices that the police are gone but that there is a ticket on his card. Just his luck, he was parked in front of a fire hydrant and he has received a ticket. He started to laugh at the realization that the police had almost caught him and all they were worried about was the fact that he was parked illegally. It was quite ironic and made him understand that the police department was really stupid and that it would all be realized soon enough.

Jason Roberts, the beloved Chief of Police in Grangeville, was going to be so upset to know that his officers had "El Diablo" within their grasps and they allowed him to get away with just a parking ticket. How disappointed he was going to be to know this once all of the "cleasings" were taken care of. "El Diablo" was not going to let him live this down.