Thanks to being involved in my sister’s cold case I had the address of the widow Thuet. Even though I didn’t really need to get any information from her, I still wanted to talk to her and see what kind of woman could do the things she did, and seeing she was the last one on my list, I could take all the time I wanted.
When I knocked on the door she opened it up slightly and asked who it was. I had brought a small pair of bolt cutters just in case she had a chain lock, but it proved to be an unnecessary precaution as I was able to simply push the door open. She did not resist.
She simply said, “I have been waiting for you. You are Yua’s older brother, aren’t you? You have her eyes.” She motioned for me to sit down, “Come in and sit down, I won’t resist. I have been actually hoping that you would show up, I have been getting tired of looking over my shoulder. I have contacts from all over the world, and once I heard of the brothel in Cheb being taken out, I knew it was only a matter of time before you made it here. I even heard about your visit to Toulousse. You should have just come and seen me sooner, I could have saved you a lot of time. I am ready to meet my maker, I have long since made my peace. My husband was an animal, and I did what I did just to survive. I know that I was being selfish in putting myself foremost. I sacrificed my daughter to save myself, and I ordered your sister’s kidnapping to save my husband’s worthless hide.
If you are waiting for me to apologize you’re wasting your time. I have no feelings any more, they were taken from me long before I even met Francois because I was a victim of abuse as a child and I was trafficked just like Yua was. The only difference is that I did not escape. That is ultimately how Francois met me, at a bordello in Thailand. He liked me because I was petite and had small breasts. We kept it hush hush but he bought me, so I owed him my life, that is why I did what I did. He owned me. By the time he met me I hated sex of any kind. I, however, did the best I could do to please him, but I was not enough because he had a sickness. He only got pleasure from having sex with very young girls. When I got pregnant I filled out and my breasts got large with milk. After that he lost all interest in me.”
She took a sip of her tea and continued, “I noticed you haven’t asked me any questions yet and that I have been doing all the talking. That is ok because I know all the questions you want to ask me. Francois died in 2010, he died from AIDS. No, he did not get it from me. He had long since stopped having sex with me before he got it. After we had your sister kidnapped, he resorted to going back to brothels, actually, I think he had been doing it all along. You probably want to know why we faked the kidnapping just two years after we got her? Well, first let me tell you what happened from the beginning. My asshole of a husband started raping our daughter Yancy at the age of three, He finally caused irreparable damage to her and she bled out one night when she had barely turned four. We disposed of the body but the problem is now how do we explain our missing daughter. That is where your sister came into play. Once we had your sister, things were ok for a while until he started going after her. I warned him about being gentle with her. Eventually, your sister started to forget about her previous family, it was inevitable because she was so young. If he could have kept it in his pants maybe things would have turned out differently.”
She continued with her narration, “The problem was that in Washington D.C., all children have to attend school by the time they reach five years of age. We were able to keep her out till she reached six years of age. I was actually becoming quite attached to your sister. But thanks to my husband’s sexual appetite, and the fact that I couldn’t trust that she would keep her mouth shut for the six hours she was in school, we had to come up with a plan. The plan was to have her kidnapped. Now you know the whole story.”
She finally asked, “So what will it be? A gun…knife? Will I die by suffocation or strangulation or maybe even drowning? It really doesn’t matter, I know where I am going.”
I looked at her calmly, pulled out my silenced pistol and without saying a word squeezed the trigger and unloaded the whole clip into her starting at her head and working my way down to her groin. After I finished I stood and walked out the door and continued walking down the sidewalk. Once I reached my car parked down the street a couple of blocks away I threw the keys in the front seat and kept on walking. It was a rental car, so I did not care. When I woke up in the morning I would report it stolen. Nothing really mattered anymore because my quest was finally completed.