Dozens of the event’s patrons noticed the husky predator following and keeping a close eye on the young girl. It was especially hard for witnesses to see a scenario like this playing out right before their eyes since the occurrence of such oddities were next to none in their town. The majority of the fairgoers had no idea how to even react to the situation. Sadly, by the time a citizen who was thinking clearly enough to do something about Mr. Sillow’s distasteful behavior brought police back to the area she had last spotted the stalker, both he and his nescient victim were already long gone. They had gotten a substantial three-block head start on authorities by then. Getting the little girl off the fairgrounds had turned out to be quite an easy task. All it took was a simple fib and the credulous teenager followed her new silver-tongued friend straight out of the gate.
“I wonder if this next fair you’re taking me to will be as good as the one we just came from,” the naïve child mentioned as she skipped down the pathway with her twisted companion tailing her close behind her. His amber eyes remained fixated just below her waistline. He was fascinated by the glimpses he got of her periwinkle underwear that was being exposed to him each time she elevated off of the ground with a frolicsome hop. But it wasn’t predominantly a desire for sex that had driven him to begin stalking the young girl. (He forced his wife to have sex with him at least five times a week.) There was just something about the way she was behaving at the fair that grabbed his attention. She was extremely fidgety, happy-go-lucky, and devoid of a care in the world. All of those characteristics were a direct reflection of his intrinsic childlike nature.
After several minutes of being distracted by the undergarment, Mr. Sillow finally snapped out of his trance and responded to the young girl’s remark. “Um, yea, it’ll be even better than the fair we just came from,” he assured her. And she believed him. She was gullible. Indeed, she was everything the predator had hoped she would be. She was the type of prey that would yield to the beast without the beast having to exert any energy whatsoever.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she clamored as she ran over to him and hugged him tightly. With her arms outstretched as far as they could reach around his sizeable waist and her head pressing into his belly, Mr. Sillow was unable to continue moving. The temporary halt prohibited him from creating more separation from the fairgrounds. In no time the area they were in was sure to be running over with police in search of the teenager and the questionable man she was in the company of. He had to get going, and he needed to do so at a faster rate than they had previously been moving at. So, with such an easy victim at his disposal, he simply picked her up into his arms and began moving at a quickened pace down the pathway.
“You’re welcome,” he replied cheerfully while playfully shaking her from side-to-side in an attempt to make picking her up seem like nothing more than an innocent spur-of-the-moment move. It worked. She was extremely comfortable up in his arms as confirmed by the resting of her head upon his broad shoulder and the warmth with which she embraced his neck. As Mr. Sillow made his way further away from the area, he continuously looked over his free shoulder to make sure that no officers were on his trail. He was in the clear. He turned off onto a pathway on the left. After two minutes of brisk walking down the pathway, he turned off onto another pathway on his left. And before the young victim had realized she was in actual danger, she was inside of the villain’s second home. Sweet old Mr. Garrett had by now relocated to his home in the sky and had left his earthly abode to his inherited son.
“This isn’t the fair, Mr. Can we please go where you promised me you would take me?” Traces of fear and concern could now be picked up in the Amanda’s crackling voice.
“Oh, we will. And, please, call me Fred. I’m your friend. I just came home to get some money so that I can buy you a few items while we’re there.”
“Yay!” she exclaimed. And as quickly as that, she allowed her guard to drop.
“Just give me a sec.” Before she once again grew suspicious, Mr. Sillow determined that it would be in his best interest to make his move. He rushed off into his bedroom, made several quick scribbles on a piece of paper, and ran back into the living room, where his guest was waiting. Nervously, he handed the piece of paper over to her.
“What is this?”
“Go on, read it,” he insisted. Obediently, she directed her eyes onto the paper, which contained the three words “I love you.”
“What does this mean?” she asked curiously.
With seemingly no logical way of explaining such an intense expression to someone he had known for less than an hour, let alone a minor, Mr. Sillow stood in one spot scratching his head for a while before eventually taking a seat beside her on the very same settee Mr. Garrett used to engage in intimate conversations with him on. “Well, I guess what I’m trying to tell you…” Mr. Sillow began chuckling embarrassingly while looking around in a dither. “What I’m trying to say is that I like you.”
“Ohhhhhhh!” his guest responded. Though she still didn’t understand what he meant, the way that he was acting at the moment made her very uncomfortable.
Judging from her facial expression, Mr. Sillow knew that she was on the brink of losing her calm again if he didn’t do something quickly. “Okay, so now that I got that off of my chest, are you ready to head out to the fair?” he asked enthusiastically, instantly resolving the tension in the room. The way that she hopped up out of her seat was enough of an indication to let him know that she was more than ready to head out to the purported event. After leaving the house, Mr. Sillow aimlessly led his young companion through the town for 45 minutes in the opposite direction of the fair he had manipulatively taken her away from. As they strolled along idly, he spent the entire three quarters of an hour speaking of his admiration for her and befriending her further until finally arriving at an unoccupied park.
“Shucks!” he remarked. “I forgot that the fair isn’t going to be held until next month. I’m so sorry, Amanda. Please forgive me. But it’s getting pretty late, anyway, and we wouldn’t have had much time to enjoy everything that the fair had to offer. Darkness will be upon us any minute now. Allow me to walk you home to ensure that you get there safely.”
Too disappointed to think straight and still completely oblivious to his true motives, she granted one of his main wishes with a nod of her head. “But,” she declared, “walking isn’t the best option. We will be in need of a cabriolet. The distance from here to my home is a bit far to cover on foot.” So, at the soonest opportunity, Mr. Sillow was eagerly flagging down an approaching hansom cab.
“Quickly, tell the cabman where we’re headed before we get inside,” he instructed her. Once the directions were given, Mr. Sillow helped her into the cab before he climbed aboard and immediately concealed them from the view of the public by drawing all of the cab’s curtains closed. Regardless, being hidden out of view wouldn’t be enough to ease his nerves. He grew more and more uneasy as the cab drew closer to the fairgrounds where he had met his young victim earlier on in the day. Slightly sliding back the curtain at the front section of the cab and peeking outside, his fret was not in vain. Just as he had suspected, the pathways in immediate proximity to the fair were inundated with officers in search of the abducted girl. More nerve-wracking for Mr. Sillow was the sight of the officers conducting searches of all cabs in the area. “You should have given the cabman another route to your house,” Mr. Sillow nervously whispered to his fellow passenger. Without uttering a word, she looked up at him with a bemused look on her face. She had no clue what he was talking about.
Unaware of Mr. Sillow’s predicament, the cabman reduced his horse’s lope to a threateningly slow walk in preparation for his cab to be inspected by authorities. Mr. Sillow had to think quickly if he wanted to leave the area a free man. Sliding open the trapdoor located on the back wall of the cab, he said to the cabman: “Time really isn’t on my side right now. Kindly, sir, avoid this nettlesome police check and I shall pay you very handsomely.” His promise was enough to get the cabman to put his horse into a canter, stirring up the suspicions of the prying officers. The officer standing nearest the approaching cab made an effort to bring it to a halt. With his billy club outstretched, he screamed at the cabman: “Stop this cab at once or have us do it for you.”
“I’m afraid I can’t. My wife is in labor and she must be delivered to the hospital as quickly as possible,” was the self-possessed cabman’s response to the officer’s threat before adjusting his horse’s speed to a full-out gallop. The rate of speed with which he left the area made the policeman’s last set of orders unable to be made out clearly by neither him nor his passengers. Glancing back, the cabman could see the livid officer mouthing off until he was made invisible by distance. Mr. Sillow had avoided an extremely close call. Nevertheless, he was well aware that he wouldn’t be able to run from the law forever. The town was too small for that. It was only a matter of time before he was in police custody and defending himself against very serious eyewitness allegations.