Chapter 6

The biggest difficulty at that moment, would be hiding the basement from the new resident, since the idea of using her as a victim, had failed; that, if of course, she wasn't so "fascinating!" - as he called the teenagers he liked —, and he would know soon enough, evidently he would love to have an exclusive therapy session for her daily, even if she wasn't going to go through the post kidnapping trauma process, or the rest negative than the others, she still could be used in the final project, unlike the others, he had over her, much more control and dominance, that is, she would be victim zero, the most manipulated of all. For a moment, as Winston mentally plotted this plan, while watching her tidy up the room, he wished for a brief second that it would be good to be wrong in his thesis and that, with this, she wouldn't kill anyone, and no one would kill her, total survival. She abandoned that conclusion the next second when she imagined that it would be much more exciting if she killed everyone and survived alone, totally proving her point in that damned argument that had been, in theory, lost to the educator. Yes, it was the perfect plan and ideas, he and his niece, had mutual success.

Since Seattle could not stand to go long without rain, that day, about two hours after Ms. Miller's departure, the weather abruptly closed in, and a huge downpour began to fall, and the temperature, as well as the water, did the same. While teaching the girl how to fold her clothes properly, she remembered that at that particular time, it would be the departure of the morning students, which included, for the most part, teenage girls. If for the next few days, the weather continued to be closed like this, then there would be a good opportunity to finally kidnap the teenagers. The next day, a Thursday, there would be an appointment with the boys, both Turner and Foster, it would be a good opportunity to ask how the rainy season was for them, maybe on days like that, they would use the exit that Winston needed them to use, besides, on rainy days, crowds were common, it would make his job easier, no one would immediately notice two disappearances, the first bet would be: they got lost in the crowds in the corridors, and as a second option, they would have, maybe, walked alone towards their homes. The two boys went away every day with their parents, but on rainy days, almost everyone went, so a traffic jam was certain, and Winston, having his car in the school parking lot, would have no problem getting out, after all, the congestion would focus on getting to school, not getting out. Of course, if he was going to follow this plan, he would have to abandon the idea of leaving altogether, first exchanging his current car for an older one, but now, with a new resident, time was a crucial issue for him, besides, when the disappearance of the two boys was indeed considered a kidnapping, and the investigations started, he would be asked why, that day, he had gone with a different car, and to say "the other one was being repaired", was too cliché. It would all depend on the weather; fortunately, with his TV constantly on the main channel, listening to the weather forecast would be easy. He was the type who believed the media forecast more than the forecasts available 'online', he had, in a way, a prejudice against technologies, this was one of the reasons he still bought newspapers, as compared to TV, they were superior, at least in his view. He even expected the kidnapping news to appear on the front page.

Since Morgan had arrived that day, Connel had not had time to spend hours rambling his thoughts in his office, on the contrary, he had barely had time to think about anything that did not involve her.

"Uncle, I want tea," the new resident said, about ten minutes after he had sat down in his favorite chair. He gave a quiet sigh and stood up, indignant, but a child wouldn't notice that attitude, and he, as a good connoisseur of the subject, already knew that. On his way to the kitchen, he showed himself mentally even more dissatisfied, "Tea, damn tea, before I didn't have to deal with a child, and the first one that comes along prefers tea to coffee, I'll fix it, I certainly will"; it was hard for him to avoid making eye contact with the girl, faking a sincere smile was too difficult for him, and teenagers like smiles, it's as if everything automatically becomes okay with just this insignificant gesture. He prepared the tea, a mate since it was the only one he ever had; at least the expiration date was good enough that he could have it for a few more days. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she had liked the taste, maybe she was used to it in her old life, he still didn't want to touch the subject, perhaps the next day he could hold her first therapy session, that day he was too angry about that.

About half an hour later, she appeared in his office again, asking for dinner.

"You had tea half an hour ago, miss," he commented.

"But tea is not food, I have learned that one should not skip meals," she explained, as she stood in the doorway without entering the office.

"Can you wait a little longer? Like, wait for me to finish what I'm doing?"

"But you're not doing anything," she said, already showing herself to be a child dissatisfied with having her whims refused.

"I'm thinking Morgan, thinking is part of my job, so can you please wait for me in the kitchen, I'll be right there," she then, huffing, closed the door. He sighed in relief, he wasn't lying; however, those thoughts were not part of his job, and neither were the kidnapping plans. Winston was a single, depressing guy who needed to release his pending accumulations sometimes, and he did that, in the office; there was nothing that could stop him from doing it there, excluding the fact that when he went out with the director; now, Morgan was the impediment, he would spend extra minutes in the bathroom, in moments like that.