Little_girl_lover-2005

By S.R. McKenzie

What will one man do to for revenge? For justice? Or to right the wrongs he sees in the world?

The scariest man in the world, is a man with nothing to lose.

Mr. Morris was a good father, a good husband, good neighbor… until his world is destroyed by a monster. He becomes someone he does not want to be, but someone he is compelled to be. Sometimes to destroy monsters, you need to become one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.R. McKenzie
• Release date: Oct 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9780995172029

S.R. McKenzie

I am from Regina (Sask. Canada), but now live between Kelowna and Vancouver. I have more than a few children, and I am 36 years old.  I hate talking about myself, it's my least favorite subject. All I will say about myself is that in the poem by Frost "The Road Not Taken", I took neither path. I went right through the forest and created my own path, and have the scars to prove it.

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What will one man do for revenge?  

The scariest man in the world is a man with nothing to lose.

Mr. Morris was a good father, a good husband, good neighbor… until his world is destroyed by a monster. He becomes someone he does not want to be, but someone he is compelled to be. Sometimes to destroy monsters, you need to become one.

little_girl_lover-2005

It's late in the afternoon, the sun is almost set on this day. Just another day in the big city, VanCity called by some, I call it VanShitty, I must have been here too fucking long. I've got a few more years till I get my full retirement package, I just have to make it till then. Boredom is one of the worst problems to have. It eats away at your energy, your motivation for anything new...... anything different. Boredom, it'll kill a man slowly and painfully... fuck this city.

My old partner, Detective Gerald, retired a few years back, we had a big retirement party for him, he got his gold watch and all that shit. We did coffee for a bit after he retired... tried to stay in touch, till he died, like tired men do.

He was a good man, but fat, lazy, and didn't give a shit at the end of his career. Well, what do you expect after 32 years of seeing the worst in people? That is what is like working sex-crimes, specifically child sex-crimes... disgusting shit that would make most sane people shutter at the details. I see and read more before lunch, then a person should in an entire lifetime, then I go eat lunch at the diner across the street... fuck this city. 

People think that you can become desensitized to that shit... no... you can never see it through experienced eyes, because every horrific crime is the worst thing you have ever seen in your fucking life... that is my every day, fuck this fucking city!

Simpler times... when I was young on the force, I saw some shit, real fucked up shit... nothing like it is now. I remember when we got a tip that a man might be a creep, we knocked on that man's door... and we sent a message to that creep, with our night-sticks. Now there are too many creeps, too many doors, and too many people looking over our shoulders... too much red tape... it was simpler times... it could be so much simpler...

The squad room is full of activity, cops, detectives, lawyers, witnesses, criminals all over the place, this place it a fucking zoo... it's always a fucking zoo inside these walls, but worse outside, in the wild.

The red light on my phone on the desk it blinking non-stop, every fucking day. People leaving messages I don't care about, giving worthless tips that lead to dead-ends... just blinking day and night, because it doesn't matter. Red blinks for messages, green blinks for people calling right now. My phone is like a God Damn Christmas tree every day.

Here I am, minding my own fucking business, reading the paper and having my afternoon coffee, when my new partner, Rajveer, or Raj for short, runs up to me with that stupid look his face. It's like he just got pussy for the first time, and he can't wait to tell me all about it.

Raj Boss, we got a live one! says the young detective to me, with his dark full, perfectly trimmed

Sikh beard and teenage excitement in his voice.... his voice almost cracked like a prepubescent punk.

Peters Raj, you know I hate when you say that. How about, Boss, the nerds found another fucking creep, sounds a lot more appropriate.

Raj Ok Boss. So the nerd downstairs found another creep online. He has only been active a few days.... sooooo you feeling up for a house call?

Peters Ok, settle down kid, what do the nerd downstairs have on this guy?

Raj Well, they got his username, you will love this, little girl lover 2005, can you believe that? What a scumbag.

Peters, still trying to finish his paper, and hoping the details don't interest him, otherwise he might have to get up. Ok kid, I am still listening. But still reading his paper.

Raj "Ok, they tracked his