Sandman(97)By: Morgan Hannah MacDonald
“The whole thing is just too fantastic, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Here you think you know someone. Live with them, love them, then one day you find out you didn’t know them at all.”
“It happens all the time in my line of work.”
“But how could I not have known I was living with a psychopath?” The tears finally burst forth.
He gently rocked her back and forth.
“I know this whole thing is a shock, it will take some time to wrap your mind around, but don’t beat yourself up. There was no way for you to know. My brother, Wyatt, he’s a forensic psychiatrist, he described him as a ticking time bomb. Anything could have set him off. It just so happened that the trigger was you dumping him.
“I called my brother about the case, sent him all the information we’ve dug up. He wrote up a case file for me. What I couldn’t figure out was if you were the catalyst, then why was he killing blondes, instead of redheads?”
She wiped her eyes and gazed up at him. “What did he say?”
He kissed her forehead and she lay back against him.
“When Roberts was only four years old, his mother left. His father told everyone who inquired that she’d ran off. Her own family hadn’t heard from her. They were certain she died at the hands of her husband. Her parents passed away years ago, but she still has a sister. She told us she would never have left her son like that.
“They tried, but failed to get the sheriff’s department involved. They said there was no evidence of foul play. Remember this was back in the eighties. We did finally find her though.”
“You did?” She perked up at that bit of news.
“Yes, buried on the property.”
“Oh.” She lay back down.
“The condition of her body was not much different from that of Roberts’s wife. He must have witnessed the murder of his mother and suppressed it all these years. We also found the bodies of seven other women, all victims of Jordan, his first by what the ME has said.
“Anyway, to get to the point, his mother was blonde with blue eyes. Wyatt thinks that while he was suffering from the pain of rejection from you, that it triggered an even more upsetting time in his life when a woman he loved and relied on, left him. It was his hurt, and finally his rage, that led him to kill her over and over again.
“He literally forgot the entire tragedy. So as long as he felt loved, taken care of, he was safe to be around. But once that was threatened, the walls he had built to protect his sanity came tumbling down. So in essence, the man you lived with wasn’t really a psychopath.”
“No, I just drove him to it. I feel so much better, thank you.” Meagan gazed up at him and frowned.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he said emphatically. “If it wasn’t you, it would have been someone else. Like I said, a ticking time bomb.”
Meagan stared at him in silence. He leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips. “Now come on, I’ll help you get dressed. I’m going to take you out for a big breakfast. You must be starved since you didn’t eat last night.”
“I am!” She threw the covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The second he got a look at her naked body, a look came over his face and he pulled her to him. He kissed her so thoroughly she felt it down to her toes. She pulled away and giggled.
“I guess I could wait a little longer to eat.” Then she pulled him down on top of her and returned his kiss with fervor. She had to show him she meant business.
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