Violets Are Blue

He finally called again.
‘I killed them, and I don’t feel a thing. Nothing at all. You will, though, Alex. In a way, you’re to blame. Nobody but you. I didn’t even want to kill them, but I had to do it. That’s the way the horror story has to go. It’s out of control now. I’ll admit that.’ The horrifying confession came at quarter past five in the morning.  I had been asleep about three hours when the phone rang. Panic raced through my body. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.
‘Who did you kill?’I asked Kyle.’Who? Tell me who it was. Tell me:
‘What difference does it make. They’re dead, slaughtered. It’s someone you care about. There’s nothing you can do now - except catch me. I suppose I could help you. Isn’t that what you want to hear? Would that make this more interesting for you? Would it make it fair7’ He started to laugh uncontrollably. Christ, I had never seen him lose control. toms shoes cheap
I let him go on. Inflate his ego. That’s what he wanted and needed, wasn’t it?
Who had Kyle killed? Oh God, who was dead? It was more than one person - slaughtered.
‘We always worked as a team. In a way, it would be my crowning moment, to catch myself. I’ve thought about it, actually. Fantasized.  What better challenge could there be? I can’t think of one. Me against myself.’ He started to laugh again.
I had to force myself not to ask again who he had murdered. It would just make Kyle angry. He might hang up. Still, my mind was grinding. I was incredibly afraid. Christine? Kate? Jamilla?  Someone at the FBI? Who? Oh God, who was it? Jesus, have some mercy, have pity. Show me that you’re human, you bastard.  ‘I’m not a highly trained psychologist like yourself, but here’s one amateur’s theory anyway,’ Kyle said. ‘I think this whole rage thing might be about sibling rivalry. Could it be? You know, Alex, I have a younger brother. He came along at the height of my Oedipus complex, when I was a mere lad of two. He displaced me with my mother and father. Check into it, Alex. Consult with Quantico. Could be important.’
He was so calm, and he was ridiculing me - as a detective and as a psychologist.
My hands were starting to shake. I’d had enough.’Who did you kill this time?’ I yelled into the phone. ‘Who is it?’ Kyle broke my heart. He told me in great detail about the murders he’d just committed. I was certain that he was telling the truth.  Then he hung up, even as I cursed him to hell.  Minutes later I was in my car, bleary-eyed, numb, rushing across Washington to the terrible murder scene.