Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Brandon is a thirty-three-year-old computer programmer by trade. My research says he was very recently fired from his most recent job after not showing up for three days.
I think we can conclude this is after the initial attack on Mari Yates, he may have been injured, and he hadn’t been able to go into work. Or, perhaps, he was too angry and vengeful to function.
Brandon is the only child of Barbara and Lyle Honer.
While Barbara has refused to comment, Lyle Honer was surprisingly reachable and willing to discuss his son. He called him a ‘weird kid’ and a ‘loner.’ I will say that he had more to say about his ex-wife, Barbara. I won’t repeat what he said, but suffice it to say, it fit the profile we have discussed in my Patreon-Only chat. We concluded that Brandon was either raised by or worked under an overpowering, demanding, and demeaning woman.
That is not an excuse, of course. Done are the days when we blame women for man’s wrongdoings.
I will remind you that Brandon Honer was an adult. A grown-ass man who had choices. Like, I don’t know, going to therapy.
Instead, he chose to act out his sick fantasies on innocent women.
Charges are likely being filed as we speak by the district attorney. And I will have updates as more news about the trial comes out.
Now, to Mari Yates.
All of us hope you are recovering well from your ordeal.
And if or when you are willing to talk about how you survived another unimaginable attack, we would be happy to have you back.
Until next time, lock your doors, don’t dawdle in your cars, and maybe take a page out of Mari’s book and keep a knife in your bedside table…
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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Crime Time with Poppy
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One week later.
Hello, my beautiful, creepy people.
I am here with another special report.
Brandon Honer, a man the media dubbed the Silent Sadist has died, reportedly of sepsis from one of his wounds.
(Loud sigh)
I don’t know how to feel about this news.
On the one hand, the world is missing another sick man who chose to make the world his killing field.
On the other, I think we all wanted to see him on trial. Madison and Ashley’s family deserved a chance to read their impact statements, to look in the face of their loved ones’ killer, and tell them exactly what he did to them.
They deserved that closure.
I do know that Madison’s father had expressed multiple times in news interviews that he wanted the man who killed his sweet daughter to die as well, and was very upset that our state abolished the death penalty a few decades ago.
Had Brandon Honer stood trial, life without parole was the strictest punishment he could have been given.
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m certainly not crying over the death of a sadistic psychopath who would have spent decades in prison, likely receiving fan mail, and enjoying having movies and documentaries being made about him.
We hope with the news of his death, Madison’s and Ashley’s families as well as Mari Yates can find some peace.
Speaking of Mari Yates, she will be with us as a guest for several upcoming podcasts.
Talking about what? Well, you will just have to tune in to see.
Until then, remember it always seems to be people who Light up a room who end up victims. So wear that Resting Bitch Face with pride. Walk with confidence. And never hesitate to make a scene if you are feeling uncomfortable.
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Epilogue
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Wells - 1 week
I wouldn’t lie.
I was glad the bastard was dead.
There was no chance of him getting off or getting out on some technicality. He wouldn’t get the chance to have those lunatics who fall in love with serial killers fawning all over him, putting money on his books, sending him love letters, even marrying him while in prison.
He wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing himself occasionally on the news in the future.
He didn’t deserve any of that.
And, yeah, there was a selfish part of me that was glad for Mari, who would never have to face him on trial.
And, of course, to a much smaller degree, the worry about the trial bringing up the inappropriateness of my relationship with Mari during the course of my investigation of that asshole.
Now that he was gone, it wouldn’t matter that we were together. It was fine once a case was closed. And people would even understand how we could have developed feelings during or immediately after this sort of situation.
The chief and D.A. had been pissed, of course.
Everyone wanted to see the guy on trial.
They’d even launched an investigation into the medical team treating him, wondering if he wasn’t getting the best care because of his reputation.
In the end, though, it was concluded that the sepsis had brewed not from his most recent encounter with Mari, but the first one. When she’d stabbed him.