One pale man sat in a chair. His clothes were like a traffic cone in color. His hand was chained to the rectangular desk he sat at. "Mr. Layther, you have been convicted of eleven counts of murder in the first degree. What do you plead?" The judge was very plain about her statements. She didn't really want him to live, he knew it. Then, he took in a sharp breath.

"Not guilty ma'am," He replied. If she was going to be straightforward, so was he. Adaam Layther then realized that the courtroom was silent. He knew he was going out on a limb with his plea, he didn't care, he knew he did it, just didn't want to admit it was all.

"Judge, I would like to present the evidence against the defendant." A stout woman in a black pinstripe suit with a purple blouse spoke. Her dark eyes glinted with intelligence, skin just as dark glowing. Her hair was pulled back into some sort of knotted bun.

"Proceed," she replied.

"The evidence shows that there were eleven bodies, all of African American women, stored on this man's property. All strangled with white rope, all with a tattoo." Adaam sat there. This woman had studied up. "Would you like to tell us what the tattoo was of Mr. Layther?" She had addressed him. He shook his head in reply. Let her have her shining moment; she went to school long enough for it. "All these women had a tattoo of the same abstract bird on their forearm. All of them probably had the tattoo done within minutes of their deaths."

Six months earlier…

"Morgan, are you sure that this online guy is safe?" Lola's questioning face awaited an answer.

"Duh, the site checks out all the people, he is one hundred percent safe!" Morgan was absolutely sure that everything would be okay. What could possibly go wrong?

"Whatever…" Lola knew that she should drop it Morgan was too stubborn to be swayed. But, the women disappearing lately made her suspicious. Anybody could be dangerous these days…

That night, Morgan went on her date. She pushed Lola's words out of her head. She was having a great time with a great guy. His name was Mark Layther, he was a white man with brown hair and blue eyes. He was beautiful both physically and emotionally. She knew already that she would go home with him tonight. She could tell that he knew it too. "Hey," Mark said, almost sheepishly. "Do… you want to go back to my place?" Morgan nodded. He stood up to pull out her chair and put her coat on her. He then handed Morgan her purse and took her hand. They left.

Adaam missed Morgan, she was nice. Too bad she had to die. That one woman had hurt him, so he had to hurt the others. All of them.