The Killing Game. J. Kerley A.

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       Chapter 15

      I looked at the classroom clock, almost nine already. How did the time fly by so fast? “OK, let’s wrap things up,” I said. “Questions?”

      “Can we go back to the sociopath issue a bit?” Jason Kellogg said.

      We’d spent two hours on securing crime scenes and its protocols – vital information, but nowhere near as tasty as discussing motivations of the Hillside Strangler or the Night Stalker. When you’ve eaten your cauliflower, you’ve earned a slice of pie.

      “Sure,” I said. “Go ahead.”

      “You mentioned the sociopath’s need for control. Why is control such a big deal?”

      “Holliday has book learning in that area,” I said. “Let’s give her a shot.”

      “Get it, girl,” Sanchez grinned. “School us.”

      Holliday swallowed hard. She was in the front row and turned to address the bulk of the class. “Uh, well, many professionals think that by being controlling and manipulative, sociopaths reinforce their sense of superiority.”

      Holliday looked at me. I said, “Keep going.”

      “They’re in charge, ergo they’re the most powerful person in the relationship. Conversely, by being stupid enough to be manipulated, the other person is diminished.”

      Jason Kellogg spoke up. “Why don’t people get tired of being jerked around?”

      “The manipulation can be so subtle it’s not noticed, especially with intelligent socios. It’s an interesting problem to them – a project – pressing someone’s buttons without leaving fingerprints on the buttons.”

      “Let me step in,” I said. “I watched a sociopath named Bobby Lee Crayline be hypnotized. He was dangerous to the extreme, guards in attendance. A guard ordered Crayline to sit for the procedure. He didn’t. When ordered to sit again, Crayline crouched slightly on bended knees. Without a second thought, the guard pushed the chair beneath Crayline’s butt and he sat.”

      “So?” Pendel yawned. “The guard ordered the guy to sit and he sat.”

      “It’s different,” Terrell Birdly said. “Crayline made the guard slide the chair under his ass.”

      Pendel scowled. “Again, so what? The guy sat like he was told.”

      A tittering, most of the class getting it. “You’re missing it, Wilbert,” Birdly said. “Crayline didn’t sit until the guard was manipulated into repositioning the chair.”

      I nodded. “It was a tiny moment of meaningless control, but in Bobby Lee Crayline’s mind, it proved his superiority.”

      Pendel shook his head and crossed his arms, refusing to believe it. Kellogg had his hand up. “You can hypnotize a sociopath?” he asked.

      “Almost anyone is subject to hypnosis by a professional, though it’s easier to hypnotize subjects who want to be hypnotized or who have been prepared through a previous suggestion. Hypnosis isn’t something sociopaths generally like, because it’s putting someone else in control. Still, it can happen.” I shot a glance at the clock. “OK, good job. See you next time.”

      Everyone started putting away their texts and electronic thingies except Holliday, who ambled towards me. She passed Pendel, who gave her a lascivious grin and whispered, “Gonna go suck teacher’s dick for an A?”

      I heard every word; the poor geek couldn’t even whisper right.

      “Grow up, Willy,” Holliday said, not looking at him. Two seconds later she was in front of me.

      “You learned your lessons well, Wendy,” I said. “Good answers.”

      “Thank you. Uh, listen Detective Ryder, I mean Carson, I was wondering if you might want to—”

      “Well, well,” a big voice boomed. “I’d heard there was an encore performance.” Harry was leaning in the doorway, a Cheshire-cat grin on his face.

      “I’ll get back to you,” Wendy said. “Next class maybe.” She scooted past Harry, saying hi. My partner spent a couple of self-indulgent seconds watching Holliday glide down the hall before turning to me.

      “School’s still in session?”

      I shrugged. “I figured I started it, so I should finish it. That’s the way it’s supposed to go, right?”

      “I saw Shumuchuru in the property room laughing like he’d hit the daily double. He said you’d СКАЧАТЬ