Red Is The Darkest Color: Vol I

By FIELD Z.H.

With an I.Q. of 168, Wayne is a certified Genius and…America's Most Wanted!

 

His insatiable desire is 'only' for…Police Women!

 

He is gifted and highly educated. His attention to details assures him that he cannot be caught. It has been over '9' years and the FBI, Homeland Security, Local Police, and other Law Enforcement agencies are no closer to identifying, less alone, finding him since his first victim in 2008!

 

Racially opportunistic serial rapist!

Trails of broken lives, both…married and single!

 

It took every ounce of strength in me to take back my life…and that was with a 'lot' of help! My recovery can help you or someone you love!          - Sergeant Priscilla Cruz, SWAT, HPD

• Language: English
• Publisher: FIELD Z.H.
• Release date: Sep 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9780999793114

FIELD Z.H.

A lot of this book is intertwined with my personal life; those parts I will keep to myself. I grew up on welfare in the projects in Houston, TX, with my mother and four brothers. I joined the Army at age 17, in July of 1979, and that ended poverty. I can only credit God and my grandmother Lillian’s prayers for rescuing me. I retired after 25 years of active duty service with combat service in Operation Desert Storm. My last assignment was a Battle Staff Instructor at the Sergeant’s Major Academy, Fort Bliss, TX, during OIF/OEF. After retirement, I was a Sr. Curriculum Developer at the same Academy as a contractor with General Dynamics. I spent 14 months as a Sr. Property Specialist in Kandahar, Afghanistan with the 4/401st AFSB (2012-2014). I currently reside in El Paso, TX. I have two beautiful daughters and four grandchildren.

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RED IS THE DARKEST COLOR: A Crime Thriller filled with Romance, Mystery, Suspense, and Sex that will Grip Your Soul!

VOL I

Disclaimer:

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

The characters, names and events depicted in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental and unintentional, and no such similarity is intended or should be inferred.

Copyright

© 2018 Z.H. FIELD

All rights reserved. 

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Library of Congress Number: TXu002089529

eBook ISBN-13: 978-0-9997931-1-4

Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9997931-0-7

Hardcover: ISBN: 978-0-9997931-2-1

Acknowledgments

A special thanks to the Holy Trinity with whom ‘All Things’ are possible!

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Special thanks to the New Mexico Writer’s Club and Lorraine, our fearless leader! I thought I was ready to publish in May of this year, but I am so very glad I joined you Guy's first!

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To my beautiful friends in El Paso, TX and Las Cruces, NM who reviewed portions of the manuscript and gave me honest feedback...I LOVE YOU!!!

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To my editors, Jim Oliveri & Anne Lytle....You da Bomb!

In memory of

Lillian Grandmother Johnson-Gains

(1905-1983)

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: In the Line of Duty 

Wayne’s 1st Victim

Wayne, a 51-year-old white male, had been watching Officer Sheryl Baker for three weeks. He knew the time she picked up her partner, Officer Clyde Jackson in the morning, when she took lunch by herself, and the places she frequented the most whether with or without her partner. Officer Baker has been a member of the Gladstone Westside Police Department in Portland, OR, for eight years. Her partner, Officer Jackson, has been a member for twelve years. Their shift begins at seven in the morning and ends at seven in the evening. They work ‘four’ twelve-hour days and get three days off in a row. This helps save leave days, sick days, and actually helps boost morale at the station.

Wayne knew she dropped Clyde off at his house before she went to her favorite watering hole. He also knew the direction she took to get to her house once she left the Dixie Tavern on 3rd Avenue. Sheryl had been frequenting the Dixie Tavern for ten years. She liked to have about three beers before going home and chatted with her ex-high school boyfriend Chip.

As a member of local law enforcement, she didn’t want the embarrassment of getting caught behind the wheel intoxicated even though she would pull out her badge if she did get pulled over–expecting leniency. Chip was married, but he and Sheryl have remained non-sexual good friends throughout the years. Chip especially liked when she came in because she was athletic and toned with nice size breasts to go with her nice ass. Sheryl was also super cute. So pretty that she got Wayne’s attention, and as usual, after three beers, she left the tavern and headed home.

Wayne sensed the night was perfect, it was 9:35pm on the 11th of April 2008. He knew she would be arriving soon to his location where there was the least amount of traffic. Officer Baker is Caucasian, divorced, and has a fourteen-year-old daughter. She is the first of Wayne’s law enforcement victims.  Sheryl’s mother, Carolyn, lives with her so she was not worried about her daughter being home alone and her mother usually had a good dinner waiting on her when she got home.

When Sheryl didn’t show up for work, Captain Sneed called her cell. Officer Baker, like most Gen-X/Millennial Americans, doesn’t have a home phone. She had only one lifeline–her cell phone.

Officer Jackson, come into my office. Do you know Officer Baker’s where-a-bouts? asked Captain Sneed.

No sir, stated Officer Jackson. I called her when she was not there to pick me up this morning. My wife had to drop me off at the station. She dropped me off as usual yesterday, then went to her favorite watering hole and from there, I’m guessing she went home. Maybe she overslept or is sick and just hasn’t called in yet. I don’t know. We both know this is uncharacteristic of her.

Captain Sneed sent Clyde to her house and when he arrived, he did not see her car. He rang the doorbell. Hello, Ms. Carolyn and good morning, good to see you again.

Hello, Clyde, stated Ms. Jackson. Good to see you again, too.

I’m here looking for Sheryl. She didn’t pick me up this morning and she hasn’t reported for work.

She didn’t come home last night. I don’t know where she is. I have called her cell a few times and only got the answering machine, do you think something is wrong?

I don’t know. I called her cell, too, this morning when she was late picking me up. I had to have my wife take me to work. Captain Sneed also is wondering where she is because today is not her day off. I’m going to head back to the station. Let me know when you hear from her.

OK, Carolyn stated.

I’ll inform Captain Sneed of our conversation.

Officer Jackson arrived back at the station and found Captain Sneed in his office. He knocked on his office window and waited to be summoned in.

Captain. I just returned from Officer Baker’s home and her mother said she didn’t come home last night and neither was her car at her house.

Jokingly, Officer Jackson stated, Maybe she got lucky last night and got laid.

They didn’t push the issue because standard policy was to wait twenty-hours before filing a Missing Person’s Report. Problem is, this is one of their own, which meant the media must not get wind of it. Captain Sneed notified the Police Chief of his police officer that hadn’t reported to work just to give him a heads up. Captain Sneed sent Officer Jackson to back track all of the places she hung out and to start at her favorite watering hole, the Dixie Tavern. Problem was, the Dixie Tavern didn’t open until 11am and it was 9:45.

At 11, Officer Jackson arrived at the Dixie Tavern but the bartender, Chip, was not there yet.

Good Morning, said Officer Jackson to Rick. Rick was the owner and manager of the Dixie Tavern.

Good Morning, how can I help you?

I’m looking for Chip, is he here?

No, he doesn’t come in until four this evening. He works from 4 to 12 today.

I really need to speak with him concerning a police officer who frequents this bar.

I’ll give him a call on his cell.

Thank you.

Chip, good morning. This is Rick, I have a police officer here wanting to speak with you. Hold on, here he is.

Hello Chip, this is Officer Jackson, Officer Baker’s partner. She didn’t come to work this morning and we were wondering if you saw her here yesterday?"

Yes, she was here after her shift and had her usual three beers then left by herself. She sat here at the bar and we conversated as usual, nothing out of the ordinary, then she left by herself like she always does.

OK. Thank you, Chip, I’ll relay this information to the Captain.

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Wayne pulled out a squirt bottle from his coat pocket that was half filled with blood from a stray dog he found and was feeding. He killed the dog and drained some of its blood and had it in the bottle he got from a local dollar store.  As he was walking up the sidewalk near her street, about the time he knew Sheryl would be coming home, he recognized her car coming in his direction. She drove a 2014, sky-blue Mustang with white leather interior. He reached in his pocket and squirted the blood over his head and onto his shirt, then ran out in front of her car with his hands outstretched to the driver’s side and yelled for help and pointed toward a car accident around the corner.

There was no accident. She let her window down believing him to be a harmless citizen and he pulled out of his pocket a 5x5 inch white handkerchief soaked with chloroform and covered her mouth and nose with it. She struggled but was quickly subdued. He pushed her over to the passenger side and drove off in her car.

Wayne drove to his car behind a closed down gas station in a poor black side of town, put her in the back of his minivan, turned her car off, wiped off the steering wheel and door handles, locked the car, kept her keys and took her purse. The area he selected had no street cameras in the black neighborhood. Wayne was very good at selecting his locations and had the patience of a spider while observing his unsuspecting next victim.

Wayne grabbed Officer Baker’s cell phone and took a hammer from his shoulder bag and smashed it up after he took the SIM card and SD card out. The SIM card he also smashed and the SD card he kept. While she was passed out from the chloroform he used to easily subdue her, he taped her eyes and mouth, he taped her hands behind her back, and her ankles.

He took a knife and cut off all of her clothes until she was completely naked. He took all of her clothing, shoes, and all of the pieces of the cell phone and put the pieces in the pocket of her pants and threw all of her clothing, badge, and gun down the drain on the side of the street.

With her passed out in the back of his minivan, he drove very cautiously to his hideout where he would sexually abuse her for at least two to four weeks, depending on the amount of media attention she was receiving and when he got tired of her. When she was no longer headline news, he would begin searching for a location to dump her body.

Chapter 2: Wayne’s Hideout

Wayne’s hideout was an apartment he had his driver lease for a year in a poor African American neighborhood in Redding, CA. He knew black people minded their own business and would probably never knock on his door trying to be a friendly neighbor. Going in and out of the apartment, Wayne wore a fake mustache and beard, black sunglasses, and a cap. He only came and went during the night when no one was around. His apartment was on the first floor with a back patio enclosed with a wood fence for privacy.

Wayne drove to a rest stop along I-5 and waited there until midnight before going to his apartment. He hoped none of his neighbors would be outside when he got there. He was in luck, no one was around. He went in and unlocked the back-sliding glass door and fence. It was critical that no one seen him carry a nude woman into his apartment.

Safe inside, he made sure she was still passed out. He went into the bathroom and began shaving all of the hair off his body in the shower. He was completely bald and hairless from head to foot when he came out of the shower except for his eyebrows. He wanted to insure he left no traces of his body hair or fluids in the apartment or on his victim. He used a special made condom that was strapped on so as to not leave a single drop sperm on the floor or on her body and he put super glue on his fingertips so as to not leave finger prints.

Wayne used an ammonia capsule to wake up Sheryl. She awoke sitting in a chair at the table and Wayne viciously backhanded her! He had three shots of Vodka before he backhanded her out of the chair and onto the floor. He didn’t want to make any more noise like that, but he wanted to make sure she took him very seriously. He sat her back up at the table. Her eyes, mouth, and feet were still taped up and she was still nude. She would remain this way, in darkness and fear, for the duration of her captivity. He punched her in the ribs and slapped her upside her head. Crying, and very scared, she tried to brace herself not knowing where the next blow was coming from. Her face and body were becoming black and blue from all the places he hit her.

Wayne had a video camera set up to record the scene. This he would watch repeatedly once he got rid of her, until he found his next victim. The camera caught her trying to scream to let out the pain, though her mouth was taped. Conscious, crying, and shaking...he told her that he was going to get some grease and fuck her in the ass and she had better act like she enjoyed it!

He lifted her up to her feet, shaking and trembling, fully afraid for her life, and he bent her over the table and greased his condom covered erection with KY-Jelly and jammed it in her ass and her face exploded with pain for the camera. Most women, he was sure, have virgin assholes thus the added joy of taking full control of their bodies.

The grey duct tape went around her eyes and head, hair included, down around her chin and mouth so that it would not slip off. When he had sexually satisfied himself, he took her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.

Bitch, did you enjoy it?

Out of fear, she nodded her head that she did. He wiped her ass and helped her into the shower. He washed her up, dried her off, and assisted her back into the living room and laid her on the floor in front of the couch in his furnished apartment and retaped her ankles.

He used her body as a foot rest.

"Welcome to your new home!

This is where you will eat and sleep until I get tired of you and if you try anything, I’ll slice up your pretty face–real good.

Do you understand me, bitch? he asked.

Shaking and trembling...she nodded in agreement. He would remove the tape on her mouth only to give her water and food, then tape her mouth again and take her to the bathroom when she needed to go, but never did the tape come off her eyes during her entire captivity.

He dared not force her to give him a blow job for fear she might bite his dick off! As he thought about it, the simple act of one of his victims biting off his dick would end his career as a serial rapist. He reassures her that he had no intentions of killing her unless she, with her police training, tried to get away or alert someone. This was the one consolation that helped Sheryl endure his torture and rape, the hope that she would see her mother and daughter again; all she had to do was endure him abusing her body. For Wayne, this was his new trip, his excitement and satisfaction, taking power from a woman with the power of a badge and humiliating her, then releasing her to live the rest of her life in a constant state of fear combined with mental and emotional disabilities.

Chapter 3: Victim #1, Local Headline News

The disappearance of Sheryl could not be kept under cover any longer and the media had to be informed so the Chief of Police, Robert McPherson, called a press conference. Wayne, sitting on the couch with Sheryl lying on the carpet in front of the couch with his feet on her, knew it would be about two or three days before it would be reported on the local news that a police officer had gone missing.

It hit the local news. Wayne, drinking Vodka out of the bottle, said to her, Did you hear that police woman? You’re famous! I made you famous! He reminded her, Don’t worry, police woman, I'm not going to kill you–there’s no fun in that. I will dump your ass on the side of the road somewhere and be on my merry way.

Wayne was always one step ahead of the local police. He had watched enough crime television shows not to get caught. Bordering the state of Oregon was Redding, CA., where he watched the news of Officer Baker’s disappearance. He knew the local police and FBI searched for her in Oregon and the surrounding areas. Once Wayne got tired of her, when he didn’t get an erection even after drinking vodka and watching porn on his cell phone, he drove to Reno NV, where he dumped Sheryl’s body in a ditch on the side of the road. It had been nine days. Sheryl, hearing Wayne pull away, cried uncontrollably that the torture had come to an end, even though she was still taped up. She managed to roll around in the dirt and dead foliage until she could find a rock or stick or something to free her hands.

Wayne went back to the apartment and gave it a thorough wiping down and mopping. He and his driver had hotel rooms in the best part of the city. Wayne paid cash for everything, he was very wealthy, thus he could travel freely through all fifty states. His driver, Chase, stayed at the hotel while Wayne did his thing. Wayne sold the minivan to his African American neighbor for twenty dollars. He signed the title over to him as Wayne paid cash for the minivan and personally retrieved the title a few days later. He paid $5,000 more than the minivan was worth to remain anonymous. He knocked on his neighbor Jim’s door and introduced himself and told him he was moving back to California and didn’t need the minivan anymore and asked him if he would like to buy it for $20? Jim couldn’t believe his ears, he was more than happy to get a decent vehicle for only $20. Wayne cleaned it thoroughly before selling it to him; that was the only contact Wayne had with his neighbor.

Wayne walked to a Denny’s restaurant and called his driver to come pick him up. While waiting for Chase, Wayne looked at his map of the USA and decided that St. George, Utah was as good a place as any to relocate. Wayne decided his next victim would be an African American, more commonly referred to as a black policewoman.

Sheryl finally got free of the tape and was picked up walking nude down the side of the road and taken to the nearest hospital. The only thing she was sure about her abductor was that he was a white male by the sound of his voice.

Chapter 4: Rape Victim #1 Interview

I’m sorry to have to go over the horror of your abduction, stated Detective Gina Snyder.

But as a police officer, you know how important it is to collect as much information as possible to try and catch this predator before he can do the same thing to another woman.

Yes, I know.

You seem nervous and still very much afraid, am I correct?

Yes, stated Sheryl, with her head down, refusing eye contact with Detective Snyder.

Is there anyone you would like to be present with you before we begin...your mother...a best friend? asked Detective Snyder.

Yes and No, stated Sheryl. What I mean is, I don’t want to sit here and wait until my mother arrives, next time I will bring her with me. Right now, I just want to give a statement and leave.

OK, I understand, said Detective Snyder.

Would you like some coffee or tea...a cigarette?

Coffee, please.

Detective Snyder requested someone outside the interrogation room listening and watching to bring Sheryl some coffee.

Cream and sugar?

Yes, please, cream and two sugars, said Sheryl.

Before we begin, I want you to know that I will have to ask you some tough questions that I hope will not cause you any more emotional distress. I know you’ve never been on this side of police work, but these are questions that are standard questions asked of all rape victims.

I trust you, said Sheryl.

Good, stated Detective Snyder. How about you call me Gina. We are both law enforcement women and we have a special bond.