Reason- Prologue
March 2007- three months until the end…
In observation we find that life, even its basest parts, always makes sense. Truly it is a frightening thought that even murder can make sense to the mind. Yet if we understand that there are reasons which cause people to harm others, we see that even the most heinous of crimes can be explained. Reason, it's a word that has many definitions, several are as follows: sound judgment, logical argumentation, the cause of an action, justification of an action, and sanity.
We can all rationalize our actions, explain to ourselves why we have to do certain things and why we do them, even when we don't want to commit certain actions. That's how I was able to do it, how I was able to kill. The funny thing is that I'm not what everyone thinks I am. The first murder I committed was the only one I meant to commit using force. The second I used force during because I was caught. I only meant for her to be poisoned, not for her to go through a window. The third I didn't commit, and the fourth wasn't my intended target. I do however find satisfaction in the fact that my original target died anyway.
The miniatures were an afterthought. It was a challenge for the crime lab, the people who think they know me. It's laughable really, that they believe they know who I am.
I had been a foster child of the Dell's from before their son was born, and I remained in their care until I turned eighteen. I was the one recording the video that everyone watched in the lab. It didn't even occur to them to find out what state Ernie Dell lived in during the '80s. Then they'd have a better chance of knowing that I'm to so called "miniature killer." I don't even understand the title, it's not like I've killed a miniature, but I digress.
The miniatures were built by Ernie and I. He had more time than I did, so he did most of the construction. I was able to get into the homes of the first, second, and fourth victims using various methods of trickery. I took pictures with my phone of the rooms and memorized the rest, although the layouts to some of the homes we found online. Of course I also observed the targets for some time before each of them was killed.
I wanted to see if the people in the lab could figure it out, especially Grissom. Of all the people I've met, his obsessiveness over crimes is hard to match. So I wanted him to have a puzzle to solve. That's why I made the miniatures.
I suppose another reason, upon giving it more thought, is that I want to get caught. I want people to understand what the doll means. I want the guilty to be punished. I want justice, and I believe that I too must face justice.
If the murders had remained unconnected, my story never would have been told. I wouldn't have been able to prove how intelligent I am. I never would have given Grissom the ultimate challenge. And most of all, a death never would have been avenged.
Do you want to know why I killed?
Do you want to know if I'll kill again?
Do you want to understand me?
Do you want to know who I am?
To Be Continued...