BY DR. AGONSON
I hope, when it’s over, when you hear this, you’ll understand. I hope . . . I hope you listen. I get it. You probably think . . . you might be right. Some of it. I can’t say my hands are clean, but I can live with what I’m doing. I can’t live with myself if I don’t do it. That’s the truth. I should probably start—you’re probably wondering about Saul. Yes, I shot him, at least that’s the going plan. The question you may be asking right now, which I won’t be there to answer, is why.
I’m on the road. Saul’s dead. Sorry I cut the recording. I didn’t want you to hear. You were close. I’m sorry. But maybe by now, when this reaches you, maybe you know about Saul; know about the others. The thing I need you to understand, if we ever give this recording to you, I need you to believe, Saul wasn’t human. I don’t know what he was, what they are. Aliens or something. Been on earth a long time though. And yeah, it’s crazy, but it’s true. I . . . we hunt them. Oh crap. Got to go.
That was tense. Cop pulled me over. Thought I had a phone in my hand. Just this recorder. Still got a warning. Umm . . . we hunt them. Not all of them. Generally, they just hide out among us, hold down jobs, go to church. In nature, it’s called mimicry. There are certain bugs that will pretend to be ants and live in the nest. They get shelter and food that way. Generally harmless, but sometimes, the mimics are the kind that eat the ants they’re living with. I’d been tracking Saul awhile now; he’s of the latter type.
Okay, I put the recorder away until I got to my safe house. No more interruptions. Saul’s MO were young, blonde women who like pumpkin spice and were looking for love. Girls like you. He’s what we call a chef. It’s some sort of priest to the mimics. I wasn’t supposed to kill him, Jenny, not yet. I was supposed to let him kill you so we could watch where he sent your parts. But I mucked around, talked with you. I looked into your eyes when you told me about the house and the dog and all your dreams.
Sorry, one more thought. I know I said no more interruptions, but this is more of a postscript. When you get this, it should come with a paper trail showing you Saul’s exploits, pictures too. What I wanted to say, to explain, is my own theory. I don’t think they’re aliens, at least, not extraterrestrial. Even in their natural form, they’re too close to humans. I think they’ve always been here, from the dawn of time. You’ll know it if you ever see one when it’s not disguised. There’s an instinct, a recognition. I think they’re ancient hunters of man.
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