fantasizing about the possibilities. What I would do, how things would work—my constant state of anticipation had me frenzied. Why could you not carefully and consciously pick somebody out from a crowd, seduce them to be your friend, and then take them to a secluded spot and do what you would like to them? Avoiding the obvious answer to the question—it is against the law. Books are written all the time about the aspects of killing and how to elude the police. How hard could it possibly be? I wonder if they have anything at the library titled Killing for Dummies: 101 Ways to Murder Somebody .
My plan would be simple. I would disguise myself, making slight changes in my face and body, and then take pictures in this altered state. I would have to keep a completely separate wardrobe, which I would purchase only with cash. I would have my online clothes, which I personally could never wear; my online pictures could not be taken anywhere that I myself had recently been. In a nutshell, my online self would have to be completely and totally separate from my real identity. The two could never cross.
I would then have to set up a P.O. Box under a false name for billing information. I would use this name to set up a profile on Match.com, and then attempt to find the first person to share in my new experiences. All of this was truly the easy part. The difficulty was where I would take them once I had managed to ascertain a prize, and what to do with them when I was done. I owned a house up in Twain Harte (a quaint community near Yosemite), which seemed like an adequate spot. I would just need to determine how to modify the house, transportation, and disposal. I realize it all sounds emotionless and mechanical, but keep in mind that the logistics of killing somebody needs to be mechanical. You really need to think it through, as you would an equation. If you are careful, consider all the possible outcomes, and plan accordingly, you can really do whatever you want. Luck is also a good tool, as long as it is on your side.
Most people who see my house in Twain Harte reference its likeness to the Winchester House—with its many twists and turns and endless rooms. People have a tendency to get disoriented in the house. The house is more than 4,000 square feet, and has four bedrooms, four bathrooms, two kitchens, two living rooms, a TV room, a pool table room, and a dining room. It is brightly colored (we bought it that way) and has themes in different areas. The living room for example is the red, white, and blue with flags, decorations, blankets, knick knacks, everything red, white, and blue down to and including the furniture with the blue couch and the large, overstuffed red chairs. I am as patriotic as the next guy, but a blue couch and red chairs? What the hell were these people thinking? Still it was beneficial having everything in place. When purchasing a house in a vacation community, it is normal to have furniture included in the sale.
We did not redecorate the house once we purchased it (slightly more than a year ago) because we rented it quite often as a vacation home and did not want the disruption. The house was split into two sections. The main part of the house contained the bulk of the square footage. There was a small apartment with an entrance up the back steps that contained one bedroom, a functional living room, kitchen, and one bathroom.
The trick was going to be how to keep the main house rentable, keep the bulk of the apartment intact, and section off a room in between that could be completely hidden and soundproof.
I decided to drive up to Twain Harte the following weekend and see what I could do. The house was not rented for the month of April. I was not going to see my girls much, so I could actually work on the house unnoticed. It was now the end of March, so my plan could not be shelved for reflection at all. In retrospect, had I more time to contemplate, it might have swayed me from the path on which I
Shiree McCarver, E. Gail Flowers