How to do this all?
Fortunately, the company came to the rescue. Our R&D center in Corona, California, was running into problems with safety protocols that had been instituted a few months before. What better way to kill of a number of personal issues than to travel to Corona, and be on-site while the problems were resolved.
At best, I'd be away from my office for two weeks. Time to look like the take-charge executive I was, get away from Martha . . . and look for a person who wouldn't be missed.
With that I was off to work.
The business end of the operation wasn't that difficult. It didn't take me long to figure out what wasn't being done, and it was a very simply matter for me to fix it. So simple, in fact, that I trickled out the information in bits and pieces, so I could stretch out my stay. There was never any fear I'd be questioned about why I needed two weeks: my superiors knew I would take whatever was needed to fix the problem, and if I told them I'd need two weeks, then it was mine.
My nights were busy. With access to a car, I was able to go to travel to many places. And since I had a free weekend while in Corona, I could even do a stay-over in another town if I felt it was needed.
As it was, I located my target almost immediately.
Before leaving for Corona, I checked up on places where women could gather and not draw attention to the fact they were with other women. I would be staying right outside the Los Angeles region, so lesbian clubs were everywhere. I picked a few that were outside Corona and began looking about.
It was at the second club, on my third night in California, when I spotted her. She was perfect, but I had to know if she was perfect, so I slid up to her and began chatting her up over brandies. I missed Martha, and I needed her reassurances, so I wasn't lying when I said I was from out of town, lonely, looking for someone I could sit and speak with, maybe cuddle, maybe . . . more.
The woman I'd found understood, though she indicated she wasn't into one-night stands. I wasn't either--which was also true--so we arranged to meet for dinner the next night. I knew she was saw: beautiful woman, dressed well, had expensive tastes, and was looking to treat someone special. I knew she wanted to find out just how special I'd treat that someone . . .
We dined. We stayed to ourselves, so not to draw attention. We came off to the other diners more like girlfriend catching up on old times than possible sexual partners. It was how I wanted it, how I planed the evening. I knew very well that hiding in plain sight was easier than one might imagine.
This was how I took things: slow and careful. I called infrequently, and did so with a mobile phone I stole at the first bar I visited--a phone that would disappear and never be found, as happened with so many every day. I never pushed the issue between us, just let things build slowly. So when I finally suggested we spend some time together on Saturday afternoon and night, she was ready to enjoy herself.
I was telling the truth when I said I wanted to head up by Edwards Air Base, because I wanted to see the desert. I was telling the truth when I said one of the reasons I'd rented a four-wheel drive SUV was because I wanted to get off the main roads. I was telling the truth when I pulled off Dove Spring Canyon Road because I wanted to be alone with her. I was telling the truth when I stopped the SUV, kissed her, and said, "Let's walk a little. I want to enjoy the desert with you."
I was telling the truth when I told her I was sorry as I murdered her with a knife to the back of her neck.
We were in the middle of nowhere. There was very little of my DNA on her, because beyond a kiss or two, I'd not touched her. With the wound to the neck, there was very little blood. I dumped her body down into a secluded arroyo, so it would be difficult, at best, to find her. The desert environment would destroy my DNA, and since I'd bagged her clothes before dumping her, I could ensure they would vanish after a good cleaning.
More importantly, I had her DNA, and her identification.
If all went according to plan, both would be put to good use in only a few more weeks . . .
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One important thing: Next week is not the last chapter. The story will turn through the last Monday of September. So two more to go!
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