The Rainbow Killer: Juanita Chase FBI

By Jerrimiah Stonecastle

Someone is stalking the LGBTQ community of Long Island, New York. When the drowning death of a Federal agent's daughter connects to the serial killings, Special Agent Chase joins the investigation. Is the killer a jilted lover? Is the father taking revenge on the women he suspected of drowning his daughter? When the 4th victim turns up butchered, Juanita must race against time to save the remaining women on the monster's death list.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stonecastle Publications LLC
• Release date: Apr 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201227210

Jerrimiah Stonecastle

Jerrimiah Stonecastle was born and raised in the South Bronx, New York to a single parent. His mom is a retired New York City educator who always pushed him to reach for excellence in all that he did. In 2002 he retired from New York City civil service and relocated to North Florida. There he started his writing career with a trilogy series called UC 630 Cop or Criminal:The Crack Wars. In 2016 he formed his own Indie publishing company Stonecastle Publications whose slogan is "Throwing Stones At A Glass House". He now has published 4 books and is currently working on his 5th which is due to be released in January 2018.

Book preview

Juanita Chase FBI

THE

RAINBOW KILLER

––––––––

Jerrimiah Stonecastle

––––––––

Stonecastle Publications LLC

P.O. Box 880576

Boca Raton, Fl 33488-0576

USA

Copyright © 2018 Jerrimiah Stonecastle

All rights reserved.

ISBN:

ISBN-13: 9798686604674

DEDICATION

To all those who choose to be different.

CONTENTS

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Joanna Penn, your YouTube videos were so informative and inspiring for me. I discovered the ups and downs of this career through your experiences.

Bob Proctor’s speeches changed the way

I viewed my world as a writer and businessman.

My friend and Copy Editor, Ms. Elaine McCarthy.

Special shout out to

Julie Broad

Of Book Launchers

Your inspirational videos were valuable to me.

1 The drowning

Summer 2003

––––––––

T

he Mother Superior stood on the stage inside the auditorium at the Saint Agnes School for Girls, attempting to calm the students down. They fidgeted  anxiously in their seats, awaiting the school bell that would signal the school year’s end and the beginning of their summer vacation.

Alright, settle down, ladies, she said, ringing a loud, annoying bell. Father Mora has a couple of announcements to make.

The girls settled down almost immediately when Father Gary Mora, who had a reputation for being a strict disciplinarian, took the stage. Gary was a stout man whose belly, when viewed from the side, reminded you of Alfred Hitchcock, and from the front, Jabba the Hutt. He had a four-inch scar over his left eye of questionable origin. The prevailing rumor is that he used to be a mob enforcer before finding Jesus.

I want to remind everyone that if you have not turned in your payment for the sleep away summer camp by the end of the day, you will not be allowed to board the bus on Monday morning, he said, holding up a green pass. You must have this pass in your possession when you board the bus. At this time, I’d like to introduce Ms. Dolly Trent, who will be your driver and the head counselor there. I expect every one of you to be on your best behavior.

Dolly walked onto the stage amidst a rise of murmuring and giggles.

Settle down, Mother Superior snapped, ringing the bell once.

Dolly was a tall, heavyset, masculine-looking woman with broad shoulders and a mustache shadow. Her large, sagging breasts ended at the top of her stomach because she never wore a bra. In her faded jeans and construction boots, she had the appearance of a steelworker who couldn’t wait to get that next beer to fill the belly that draped over the beltline.

No one knows how long Dolly had worked for the parish. She was already there when the Mother Superior and Gary took over the school 15 years ago. Dolly was 35-years-old and a hundred pounds lighter then.

A rumor floating around years ago said she used to be a nun who had fallen from grace for some unknown reason. Nevertheless, the archdiocese had no problem hiring her in the new capacity as the head counselor for the annual two-week excursion to the Beaver Pond Campground at Stony Point.

Good morning, ladies, Dolly said in her deep, raspy voice. I’m Ms. Dolly Trent, and I’ll be your driver and counselor for this year’s annual sleep away. Now, for those of you who will be attending for the first time, I want you to know that if you have any problems and can’t find a resolution with the Camp Assistants, or as I like to call them, Dolly’s little helpers, you are to bring them to me. Girls, will you please up come on stage.

A procession of six girls walked up on the stage. They were all wearing white blouses, white bobbysocks, shiny black shoes, and grey pleated uniform skirts that exposed more flesh than school regulations allowed.

These ladies have been Junior counselors for a couple of years now, Dolly said, proudly. They know the rules and are ready to assist you in every way. Ladies, introduce yourselves.

The first girl to step up to the mic was a tall blonde, solidly built, with a well-developed chest and thick muscular thighs. She was a powerlifter and captain of the wrestling team.

I’m Katie Harris, junior, she said curtseying.

The auditorium broke out in laughter but ceased when Katie shot a glare at them. Katie had a reputation for being a good street fighter with a short fuse like the girl she would introduce next.

This is Regina Norbury, also a junior, Katie said, pointing to a black girl similar in size and builds.

Regina was also on the wrestling team. She and Katie became friends after they fought during their freshman year. The fight came to a draw when they became too weary of fighting. They were called the twin towers of doom from that day forward.

This is my homegirl, Jessica Esmeralda Lopez, sophomore, Katie said, touching the attractive Latina on the shoulder, drawing whistles and catcalls from the students.

It was no secret the Jennifer Lopez look-alike was Katie’s main squeeze, but none of the school staff had the nerve to discourage the activity. One of the main reasons was their fear of being sued for some violation of the law. The other reason was the fact that it was well known that Jessica’s brothers were members of the infamous MS-13 gang. Jessica became Katie’s girlfriend after her freshman summer camp trip.

The next girl was Amy Fey, also a junior, who stood as tall as Katie. Amy was slim and had a runner’s build. Her long legs were what made her Saint Agnes’ cross-country track team leader and star athlete. However, she was introverted and easily manipulated.

Karen Samuels, whom the girls called Chubby, was the least attractive of the group and was a confirmed lesbian years before she reached Saint Agnes. She never wore panties and spent a lot of time in the girl’s bathroom, but never alone.

Then there was Amanda Henry, a junior and daughter of an abusive policeman and alcoholic mom. This deceptively docile looking, bespeckled redhead hid a sadistic side bordering on the maniacal. Amanda was skilled at hiding how much she delighted in verbally and physically abusing weaker girls from the faculty. When the  girls complained to the teachers, their accusations fell on deaf ears.

Okay, ladies, you may take your seats, Dolly said.

And you can pull those skirts down to one inch above the knees or the only camp you’ll be attending and supervising is summer school, Gary said, causing the auditorium to erupt in laughter. "The school year isn’t over yet. When you’re around your parents, if they find it acceptable for you to dress like tramps, that’s their business. But for the decent girls and people here, we don’t want to see that behavior displayed here.

He’s just mad that he can’t get any of this, Katie said, causing Jessica to laugh out loud.

You find something funny, Jessica? he asked.

That wasn’t Jessica, Father Mora, Katie said. That was me who laughed. And the reason why I laughed was that watching Chubby try to pull that skirt down was hilarious.

Just take your seat, Katie, and be quiet, Gary said, handing the mic back to Dolly.

Now, everyone has received a list of the necessary items that you are to bring with you, said Dolly, pulling out a list. I won’t go over all of the items, just the main ones. Ladies, even if you have not started menstruating, you are to bring sanitary napkins or tampons. I can’t tell you how many times your friend has decided to show up for the first time at camp.

This made the girls break out into silly laughter and had to be quieted by the bell again.

There are no beds in the tents, so don’t forget to bring your sleeping bag and pillows, she continued. And remember to bring your bug spray, bathing suits, and medications if you’re required to take any. If anyone is asthmatic, make sure that your inhaler is full, so that we don’t have a repeat of last year’s incident. You’re not babies. Are there any questions?

What if you can’t swim? asked Trisha McCaffery.

Then you’ll learn before the two weeks is up, Dolly said. I’m a certified lifeguard.

But what if I don’t want to learn? asked Trisha.

The girls started chanting scaredy-cat before Mother Superior’s bell terminated the taunting.

At my camp, you won’t be forced into doing anything you don’t want to do, Dolly said. Just bring a note from your parents requesting which activities you don’t want to participate in. But you might want to consider all the money your parents are spending to send you to this camp. You should take advantage of it and learn how to swim.

Okay, girls, you may go to your first class, Mother Superior said, ringing the bell.

I would love to shove that bell up her twat and then yank it out her mouth, Amanda said, joining the line to exit the auditorium.

God, you’re so wicked, Regina said, slapping her on the butt. I love it.

Did you see anyone you liked, Chubby? Katie asked, wrapping her arm around Jessica’s neck.

I like the prima donna who says she can’t swim, Karen said.

If you mess with her, you’re going to have to deal with her older sister, Sarah, Regina said. And that bitch can fight.

Oh, is she the one you had the run-in with? Katie asked.

Yes, and I was just about to break her face when some penguin and Father Mora grabbed me by my hair, pulling me off her, Regina said. So, I would leave the swimmer alone, Chubby.

Well, good news, Chubby, said Katie. Her big sister graduated this year, so you don’t have to worry about her.

I guarantee you at the end of the two weeks, I’ll have her swimming in my pussy, Karen said, grabbing her crotch.

The girls ran out the auditorium laughing and giggling, ignoring the frantically ringing bell.

Now, Trisha, did you remember to pack everything on the list? Christina McCaffery asked, fussing with Trisha’s hair.

Yes, Mom, I checked everything, said Trisha, annoyed at her mom’s public pampering. I’m a big girl now.

I know you are, sweetheart, she said. I just don’t want you to have any issues.

I wouldn’t have to worry about issues if you’d let me go to Clinton High School with the rest of my friends, Trisha snapped. Why’d we have to move out here from the city anyway?

Baby, let’s not go through this again, she said. You know your dad was posted out here in the Melville office and wanted to be closer to home.

Whatever, Mom, Trisha said, turning to get on the bus.

No hug for your mean ole mom, she said, stretching out her arms.

Trisha groaned and hugged her before boarding the bus.

Amanda stuck her foot out, attempting to trip Trisha as she walked to her seat, but she hopped over it.

Aren’t you a little too old to be playing that infantile shit? Trisha asked, turning around.

Campers don’t talk to junior counselors unless spoken to first, Amanda said, standing up. You think you’re hot shit because you’re from the city.

She thinks she’s hot shit because of her big sister, Karen said.

Well, your big sister ain’t here to protect your ass, so you better get with the program, bitch, Amanda said, poking Trisha in the chest.

Amanda and Trisha were evenly matched in height and weight. She grabbed Amanda’s poking finger and bent it backward, forcing her to drop to one knee.

I don’t need my sister to handle a piece of shit like you, Trisha said, causing the bus to go into an uproar.

What’s going on here? Dolly asked, stepping into the bus.

Oh, nothing, Ms. Dolly, Amanda said, standing up. We were just getting acquainted, right.

Yes, that’s right, Trisha said, staring at Amanda.

Okay, well, take your seats, Dolly said. I don’t allow any horseplay on the bus. Katie, take a headcount.

We’re going to finish this, Amanda whispered in Trisha’s ear.

You will be finished, Trisha whispered back before taking a seat next to a tall black girl.

That wasn’t smart, said the girl with a face only a mother could love, as Trisha sat down.

You’re Lisa Hunt, she said. You’re on the junior varsity basketball team.

Yes, and you’re Trisha McCaffery, said Lisa.

How do you know my name? she asked.

I’m in your social studies class, Lisa said.

Really, I don’t remember seeing you there, she said. Were you out sick?

Nobody notices me until I stand up or if I’m on the basketball court, Lisa said. I sit in the back of the class by the window.

You’re awfully quiet then, Trisha said.

No one talks to me, which is fine with me, said Lisa.

So, what’s up with that Amanda chick, Trisha inquired.

She’s part of the Sick Six, Lisa said.

What’s that? she asked.

You’ve been here all year, and you don’t know about them? said Lisa.

I know that Regina Norbury is a dyke, she said. She tried to hit on me the second day of school. I was about to pop her one when my sister jumped her.

Well, they’re all gay, Lisa said. Notice how they all sit together. Jessica belongs to Katie. Katie smacked a girl just for looking at her. I don’t think Amy is really gay. I think she was just too scared to say no to them. They pass her around like a playing card. Chubby is a clown, but she’s aggressive also.

What about Amanda? asked Trisha.

Watch your back with her, said Lisa. She can’t seem to keep a girl for more than a week. I would suggest you team up with me in the tent. They won’t try anything with me around.

Aren’t you gay, too? she asked.

Yes, but I’m not aggressive, and I only date black girls, Lisa said. You’re safe with me.

Well, that’s a comfort, she said.

No, it would have been a comfort if you were black, Lisa said.

They both stared at each other before busting out in laughter. This made Amanda turn around and glare at Trisha.

During the three hour ride from East Hampton to Stony Point, Amanda and the rest of the Sick Six would occasionally look back at Trisha and start laughing. The one time the laughing caught Trisha’s attention, she made eye-to-eye contact with Regina that sent a chill down her back.

There were no other campers at the Beaver Pond Campground because it didn’t officially open until the one week after the St. Agnes School campers had left. It was an arrangement that Gary had worked