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Mary Had A Little Lamb: Chapter Nine

Updated on April 12, 2017

CONFLICTED

I really am conflicted.

I’m enjoying this story and the writing process involved, but it is such a horrendous topic. It just seems like I shouldn’t be so excited about writing the next chapter, you know?

I was watching a documentary last night about human trafficking. The year is 2017 and during this calendar year millions of people, mostly young girls and teens, will be abducted and sold like cattle. Just writing that seems unbelievable, but the fact that human trafficking is a multi-billion dollar business makes it all so very real . . . and disturbing!

We live in a beautiful world where sick and twisted things occur, and I guess that’s always been the motivation for my stories. We can’t hide our heads in the sand and pretend it doesn’t happen. Evil does exist, and my revulsion of it, and fascination with it, fuel my stories.

So let’s begin!

Tranquility in September?
Tranquility in September? | Source

The Summer Waned

September may well be the most beautiful month in Olympia. The skies are generally clear, the temps hover in the seventy-degree area, and the nights are crisp. Colors change, slowly at first but then brilliant in their explosion, and the citizens are frantic to squeeze one more barbecue, one more picnic, and one more camping trip into their schedules.

There had been no further murdering of young children. Three weeks had passed without brutality. Mothers were squeezing their children’s hands a little less tightly and watching with a little less scrutiny. The politicians, who saw their tourist dollars drop drastically during the Summer of Houdini, were convinced that the perp had either moved on or had been arrested for some other crime, and they breathed an economic sigh of relief. The mayor, in his weekly message to his constituents, had praised the police force and surmised that Houdini had moved on. The Police Chief determined that there were other priorities, most notably increased gang activity, and refused to sign off on one moment of overtime on the Houdini case.

Dawn and I knew it was all bullshit! Houdini was alive and well, and he and his five friends were hiding in plain sight for all to see.

We just couldn’t prove it.

We had managed to talk a couple other detectives into helping us with surveillance during our off-hours, so every evening four of the six suspects were watched by Olympia’s finest, but even that proactive activity was growing old without something solid to keep the detectives interested. They all had families, and doing a stakeout night after night, for no pay, and with no solid evidence to motivate well, it grows old real fast.

Hold your children closely and tightly!
Hold your children closely and tightly! | Source

Me, Personally?

There’s something about seeing a violated young child that will change your life forever.

I’ve seen dead bodies almost since my first day on the force. I’ve seen gut-shots, sliced throats, and charred bodies after arson. I’ve seen drug mules gutted, their intestines stuffed in their mouths, and I once saw a stoolie’s heart nailed to his forehead, his entire body nailed upside-down on a crucifix. I may never get totally accustomed to man’s inhumanity towards man, but at least I don’t have nightmares any longer, and I don’t go home most nights wondering what it would feel like to eat a nine-millimeter slug.

But these young kids, their deaths, the way Houdini was almost amusing himself with his sick game, well, let’s just say the kids wouldn’t leave me alone, their faces visiting me while I stood in a grocery checkout line, their wounds screaming at me while idling at a stoplight, their imagined screams awakening me each night, and Dawn was right there with me, screaming at night, next to me, seeing the world through vacant eyes, going through the motions all the while her hands, in her mind, tightened on Bitron’s throat.

We had nothing. We knew it, Bitron knew it, and his friends knew it. They were all untouchable unless they screwed up. The only silver lining on that September 15th evening, as Dawn and I sat one block from Bitron’s home, was that the killings had stopped.

And then another murder!
And then another murder! | Source

And Then

Bitron and his friends were having one of their weekly meetings, which meant those cops volunteering to help us were nearby to, five total counting Dawn and I, all within a block of the meeting, all watching Briton’s home as the sun set and twilight altered the landscape.

Seven-thirty . . . eight . . . eight-thirty . . .nine . . . nine-forty-three . . .

And then our radios came alive.

A body had been found, the body of a young child, stabbed once, through the heart, with such force that her body was pinned to the front door of a home six blocks from where Dawn and I sat, a home at 1727 Fir St. Northeast.

My home!

The home where Dawn and I lived together.

I told our surveillance helpers to sit tight on Bitron’s home while Dawn and I headed to the crime scene. As we approached my home the sky turned flashing red, cops and first-aid responders beating us there, the Chief, wearing a bowling shirt, stood on the curb, shouting orders into his handheld radio. He saw us pull up, motioned for us to join him. We did.

“She was discovered by two neighbors walking their dog at nine-ten. A call was then placed to 911 at nine-thirteen. Two patrol cops arrived here at nine-twenty, looked at the scene, figured it for Houdini, shut down the area and called it in. Where were you two?”

“Sitting on Bitron and his friends,” I told him, then I walked away from him, down the familiar sidewalk, past the rhododendron, past the azalea, past the bed of dying petunias, Dawn close behind, up the two steps to the porch, my eyes never straying from the front door.

Black hair, or so it appeared in the darkness, cascading over her shoulders, her thin shoulders, thin arms, covered by the nightgown, a Jack n Jill nightgown, fetching a pale of water, falling down, breaking his crown, a streak of red, blood drying, staining the material, trailing downwards from the knife, big handle, hunting knife most likely, perhaps a combat, bare legs reaching for ground they would never touch again. Her eyes were open, seeing nothing, green in color, hazel perhaps, hard to tell with the flashing lights, accusatory lights, those eyes blaming me, staring at my inadequacies, asking me why she would never experience middle school, or a date, marriage or motherhood, a career, the prom, Disneyland, all gone and all my fault.

I felt Dawn’s hand on my arm.

“Let’s let the science nerds handle the scene, Bill. We need to go talk to Bitron and his friends.”

“What if we’ve been wrong, Dawn? What if it’s not Bitron?” If it is Bitron, he pulled this off while five of Olympia’s finest were watching him, and if that’s the case then we’re screwed. We might as well shake hands with him and tell him he wins, so let’s hope to God it isn’t Bitron, okay?”

“We still have to go talk to him, Bill. Come on. Let’s get it over with.”

The child’s eyes followed me back to my car. My pulse was racing. Blackness spread over me, darkness unlike anything I had ever known. I was cold, so damned cold. I knew, without a doubt, I’d be seeing those eyes until I took my final breath.

Thanks, as Always, for Joining Me

I’ll see you next week, hopefully. There is one, perhaps two, more chapters remaining, and after that we’ll just have to wait until Part Two of the book is written and published.

Thanks so much for spending time with me.

2017 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)

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      Bill Holland 6 months ago from Olympia, WA

      All shall be revealed, Lawrence, but it will be awhile. :) Thanks for following along.

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      Lawrence Hebb 6 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

      Bill

      Have they got the wrong one? Or is he truly a 'Harry Houdini'?

      Great twist here.

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      Bill Holland 6 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Sha, I do believe you are on the right track. We'll all find out in about six months. :) Thanks for guessing along with the story.

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      Shauna L Bowling 6 months ago from Central Florida

      I'm stumped. I'm still thinking Bitron and his magicians are behind this, maybe not as the perpetrators but the orchestrators. Hmmmm.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Missy, if you're a little scared then I've done my job. Thank you!

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      Missy Smith 7 months ago from Florida

      The child you described fit my description as a child. I had long black hair, and hazel eyes. Shivers!

      This one was really heartless on the killer's or killers' part. I mean they all are, but right through the heart. God at the terror a little girl would go through as it is happening to her.

      On to the next installment... I think I'm a little scared!

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I thank you so much, Rasma! In the same company as King is a pleasant place to be. The "ending" comes today.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Well thank heavens I was reading this on a sunny morning. My goodness I was walking up to that door with you and I hated every step and especially what I was seeing. Now I anxiously await the next. Two things came to mind since my imagination is also always in gear that when you mentioned Houdini and his crowd might be hiding in plain sight I imagined them to be walking about just like that clown scare the U.S. really had and second I was reminded of the brilliant mind of Stephen King just as brilliant as your and that perhaps IT was behind it all. Applause at getting my imagination dancing even though terrible things are happening.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Sadly, Zulma, you'll have to wait for the book. Final chapter of Part One tomorrow.

      I love your thinking out loud. Keep it up!

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      Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon 7 months ago from United Kingdom

      Wow. Clearly, the perpetrator isn't feeling as bulletproof as the story suggests. Why else would they do this if they weren't feeling threatened? It was as much a warning to back off as much as it was showing off.

      The meeting at Bitron's house was a distraction. It had to be. Keep the cops occupied while someone slips away to commit the crime.

      I'm thinking out loud here, Bill. When are you going to put us out of our misery? lol

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Vellur! I'll wrap it all up in the next chapter.

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      Nithya Venkat 7 months ago from Dubai

      Whew! A child murdered in Olympia and still counting with no end to the heinous crimes. Waiting for the next with bated breath.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I know the feeling, Shyron! I should be so excited about writing it.

      Blessings to you always

      bill

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      Shyron E Shenko 7 months ago from Texas

      I believe that I shouldn’t be so excited reading about the horrendous murders of children, but the mystery is addictively intriguing, so keep on writing and I’ll keep on reading.

      Blessings my friend

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Venkatachari M, thank you so much. You are never late to my site, my friend. You are appreciated.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I don't have an answer for you, Bill, but I'm glad it happens. Thank you sir and Happy Easter to you.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Happy Easter, Maria, and thank you!

      Blessings and love always

      bill

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      Maria Jordan 7 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

      Wishing you and Bev a peaceful and joyful Easter, dear Bill.

      I will be back next week and in the front of the line when this disturbing but compelling mystery is published.

      Love, Maria

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      Bill De Giulio 7 months ago from Massachusetts

      Wow, how on earth do you come up with this stuff? What a thriller you have going here. Can't wait for the next chapter. Happy Easter Bill.

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      Venkatachari M 7 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Almost one week passed before I found this Chapter. I can't believe it. How could I have been late? My leg and motions! I am still not fully recovered. But, much better than 10 days before.

      Your story telling art is wonderful and I can't keep waiting to read more. It's that much exciting.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Aww, thanks Nell! Have a great weekend while I tuck the bad guys in for a few days. You're safe, my friend. :)

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Deep breath for sure, Michael my friend. Hold your loved ones close by your side; that's all we can do other than pray, but that is a powerful response.

      Thank you, Michael!

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Red herrings abound, Flourish! Isn't this fun? LOL Thank you....one more chapter!

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      FlourishAnyway 7 months ago from USA

      Human trafficking is awful to even consider. Now you have me really wondering where this story is going.

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      Michael-Milec 7 months ago

      It's just another real world surrounding us - the spiritual world so well organized and active even through the humans appearing nice, polite and prominent who once detected are a shock discovery to their closest friends and relatives. These individuals have sold their souls to the supreme evil called satan. Pozest by the demonic spirits they are not even aware of their own acts of horror upon their fellow humans. Nothing, my friend would surprise me in your oncoming twists, though the "actors" might be living among us.

      ( Gone to take a deep breath).

      Peace and blessings.

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      Nell Rose 7 months ago from England

      Phew! I was so involved there I didn't quite believe it was finished! lol! you certainly draw us in Bill!

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Oh, Genna, trust me, there is for sure a final reckoning coming, and it will not be gentle. Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed that video.

      Blessings always

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Great reflection/observation, Manatita....very deep, very true. Thank you for that.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks Po! I'd be worried about you if you didn't find this disturbing. :)

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      breakfastpop 7 months ago

      Disturbing subject and great writing, as always.

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      manatita44 7 months ago from london

      Not easy Bro.

      We are still in the animal kingdom, even though we should have evolved much more. Sometimes, it is those who should be showing the way that keeps us in darkness. Another brilliant piece! A Houdini job all right!

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      Genna East 7 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Hi Bill. Those stats on human trafficking are horrible. And you're right in that we can't pretend they don't exist. People who commit these crimes aren't people...they are "things" or mutations of humanity.

      Oh, what a chapter! Houdini is making this tauntingly personal with Bill and Dawn and their "inadequacies" in the worst, god-awful way. Had their attentions been focused, instead, on watching what Houdini wanted them to watch? Once again you hit us with imagery that is inescapable. We look forward to the final reckoning you have in mind for the "mutations" that are responsible. Excellent writing.

      The Brin video is so interesting!

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I'm so glad you think so, Larry! Thanks so much.

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      Larry Rankin 7 months ago from Oklahoma

      This story is a real thriller.

      Great read.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Dora, there is a world out there you and I know nothing about, and I am very grateful that is true.

      Blessings to you always

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      No way could I do it, Shannon! That would be a job with constant heartache, I would think. I'm not made to withstand that kind of constant emotional trauma.

      Thanks for sharing that.

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      shanmarie 7 months ago

      Wow!!! Never saw that coming!!!

      It's a very disturbing subject matter, for sure, but you are so right about the evil that lurks in the world. And it's especially difficult to swallow when it's a child. I know someone who works with the FBI to fight sex trafficking. She works with the victims. I don't know her very well because it was her mother who used to be a goes friend of mine, but I always wondered how she does it. I am sure the reward of a job like that is in the success, but how hard it must be dealing with eeverything in between.

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      Dora Weithers 7 months ago from The Caribbean

      Could only imagine the effect of such horror on the minds of people who are trying to erase these sickening deeds. It makes it almost impossible to enjoy what seems like a peaceful break from crime. We really have to appreciate those who deal with these horrors every day.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Maybe, but you love me anyway. LOL

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      Paula 7 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      Billllllllll!! Aww YUK! What a GUY thing to say! Blek blek, cough, puke!

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      It was a great video, wasn't it, Sis? Glad you liked it. As for those intestines, all I can say is that was a huge mouth because there are a lot of intestines in the human body....just sayin'

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      Paula 7 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      OK....This is an easy comment today bro-bill. The video of David Brin~~loved it. Not only was his lesson really interesting, he made perfect sense. (Is that why he's the author and professor?? :)

      Yeah....just like YOU, my Olympian pal. As I watched him and heard his wise words of advice, it was our Bill giving us the lesson.

      One more thing....I got to the part about the intestines in the mouth and I...um......ah....be back later. Who needs movies in technicolor when we can just read Holland?? Your stories are alive and moving....in more ways than 2!..........Sis

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Ruby, thank you so much. It's an ugly topic but it's real. Human trafficking does exist...there are killers out there without a conscience...and I guess this is just my niche where I feel most comfortable.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Now I'm not so sure who the killer is. Your vivid description of the child nailed to the door was horrifying to say the least. Your opening statement about human trafficking is alarming, and I'm losing hope that it will ever get any better. I'm happy there's a couple more chapters..Thank you. Your writing is spellbinding...

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Sorry, buddy, but I promise I'll be back next week, Good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. :) Happy Wednesday my friend.

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      Eric Dierker 7 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Damn!! You sure write good. I was shocked when this episode ended. You had me right there with them - and then boom, done.

      Thanks.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Athlyn, I happen to agree with you. I don't think there is any punishment too strong for anyone who abuses a child.

      Thanks for stopping by.

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      Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Twisting towards Part Two of the book, Janine. I have to set it up before I leave this series on HP..thanks so much for always being here and Happy Wednesday to you.

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      Janine Huldie 7 months ago from New York, New York

      Wow, I truly didn't see that twist and now can't wait for next week to see where this story is heading. Happy Wednesday Bill and hoping you are having a great week so far!! :)

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      Athlyn Green 7 months ago from West Kootenays

      Anyone who sexually abuses a child should be castrated. While I know this is often about more than sexual gratification and can be about power and control, an incredibly strong message needs to be sent that behavior like this will not be tolerated. Too often, child molesters get a free ride in prison but never truly have to face the consequences of their behavior. Castration, that would combat part of the problem.