Predator hunting

Chapter 38 - Predator hunting

Torin stormed into the half-empty restaurant, the steel bat hanging loose at his side. He cut straight past the short line of customers without slowing. The cashier looked up, irritation already on his face.

“Get in line, boy. This isn’t an animal farm.”

Torin answered by slamming the bat down on the counter hard enough to split the wood. The crack echoed through the quiet space. He leaned in, voice low and raw.

“Where the fuck is the owner, you bastard?”

The cashier went white. His mouth opened, closed, then he simply pointed at the side door marked CEO.

Torin muttered, “CEO, huh?” and kicked the door open.

Inside, a fat, ugly man sat with his pants around his ankles, fist wrapped around himself while he stared at the live CCTV feed of the restaurant floor. On the screen a girl, same age as Misty—moved between tables, unaware of the camera or the man watching her. Torin’s jaw locked. He stepped fully inside and quietly locked the office door behind him.

The man barely had time to understand what was happening before he scrambled to his feet, fumbling with his pants as he stumbled away from Torin and toward the door. His eyes moved rapidly between Torin and the room around him, searching for an explanation for how someone had entered his apartment without warning.

"Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?"

Torin didn't answer. He simply stepped forward and swung the bat, catching the man across the jaw and sending him crashing to the floor. The television took the next blow, its screen cracking apart as the man crawled away from Torin and tried to put as much distance between them as possible.

"Wait, wait, we can talk about this!"

The man reached for a broom handle lying near the wall and grabbed it with both hands, but his attempt to defend himself lasted only a moment before Torin knocked it out of his grip. The handle rolled across the floor as the man scrambled toward the door, dragging himself forward while Torin followed without saying a word.

The room filled with the heavy sounds of the struggle until the man's attempts to fight back gradually disappeared. He eventually collapsed onto the floor, barely able to move, while Torin stood over him with the bat still in his hand and his breathing growing heavier.

Something on the desk caught Torin's attention.

A phone was lying beside the computer.

Torin walked over, picked it up, and looked at the screen. It was unlocked, and when he opened the gallery, the expression on his face changed almost immediately.

There were dozens of files.

He scrolled.

Then he scrolled again.

Photographs and videos filled the gallery, arranged across different folders and dates. Misty appeared in several of them, along with other women who had clearly been recorded without knowing they were being watched. Some of the files appeared to have been taken inside private rooms, while others showed women going about ordinary parts of their lives, completely unaware of the camera.

Torin stopped scrolling.

His fingers tightened around the phone as he looked at the man on the floor.

"You've been doing this for how long?"

The man said nothing.

Torin placed the phone carefully on the desk and turned back toward him, his expression harder than before. The man tried to move away, but he barely managed to crawl a short distance before Torin stepped toward him again.

Before anything else could happen, a hard knock shook the door.

"Police! Mr. Torin, open the door!"

Torin stopped and looked toward the entrance while the injured man lay on the floor, breathing heavily. For a few seconds, nobody moved, and then the man suddenly began laughing through his damaged mouth as though the arrival of the police had somehow given him confidence again.

"You're finished?" he said, struggling to lift his head. "My brother-in-law will get me out of this, and when he does, I'll make fresh videos of Misty just for fun."

Torin stared at him.

The man's smile faded when he saw Torin's expression.

Torin stepped forward and kicked him away just as the door burst open and two officers rushed inside. One of them immediately grabbed Torin from behind while the other moved toward the injured man, shouting for everyone to stay where they were.

"Step away from him!"

Torin resisted for a moment, still trying to reach the man, and the officers struggled to pull him backward. Even while they were dragging him away, he managed to land two more blows before they finally forced him several steps back and secured his arms.

"Enough! Stop fighting!"

Leena and Kelly appeared at the doorway moments later, and both of them moved toward Torin. Leena grabbed one of his arms while Kelly caught the other, trying to keep him from breaking free and going back into the room.

Kelly leaned closer and spoke quietly so only he could hear her.

"Relax. I've already got the area head handling this, so let the police do their job."

Torin continued breathing heavily, but he finally stopped struggling.

Inside the apartment, the owner spotted one of the constables and immediately began shouting for help, claiming that his brother-in-law would protect him and demanding that the officers deal with Torin instead. The constable turned toward him, but froze when he saw Torin's blood-red eyes and the condition of the room.

The inspector standing behind him look at the scene and immediately understood that the situation was more serious than a simple fight.

"Cuff the owner."

The constable hesitated for only a moment before moving toward the man.

"What? No, you don't understand," the owner protested as he tried to push himself away. "My brother-in-law will fuck you. You need to arrest that bastard."

The inspector didn't even look at Torin. "I said cuff him."

The constable pulled out the restraints and secured the owner's hands while another officer checked the room.

Torin looked toward the desk and pointed at the phone. "Inspector, take that phone."

The inspector followed his gesture and walked over to the desk.

"That phone contains recordings and photographs of women taken without their knowledge," Torin said, forcing his breathing to slow. "Misty is in there, along with other adult women."

The inspector nodded and placed the phone somewhere secure.

"We'll preserve the device and process the contents as evidence."

Torin gave a short nod. "Make sure nothing gets wiped before you've finished."

The inspector looked toward Kelly, who gave him a quiet confirmation. He then turned back to the officers and ordered them to take the owner away.

The man immediately started protesting again as they pulled him toward the door, insisting that his brother-in-law would come for him and that everyone involved would regret what they had done. His voice gradually disappeared down the corridor as the officers took him away.

The room finally became quiet.

Torin remained where he was, still held loosely by Leena and Kelly even though he had stopped resisting. His chest continued rising and falling heavily, and his hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned pale.

He looked around, at the broken television, the overturned furniture, and the pieces of the destroyed TV scattered across the floor.

Then he looked toward the doorway through which the officers had taken the phone.

The anger was still there, but the immediate violence had passed, leaving behind the weight of what he had discovered and the knowledge that the phone might contain evidence of far more victims than he had expected.

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