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I sat there reading over the document while listening to Agent Aaron Hotchner present the information of our current case. "So far there are three victims, all male and in their mid, to late twenties," Hotch stated looking towards each member of the group.
"They were all abducted from random areas, but each was dumped near some body of water," Agent Derek Morgan added in.
"In each instance the victims were taken in the more central areas of Miami, and were dumped sporadically," I mentioned.
"Each seemed to have been tortured, and then strangled," Agent David Rossi mentioned looking up from the report in front of him.
"And the file says another disappeared yesterday" Agent Emily Prentiss remarked looking up briefly from the file.
"All the more reason to hurry." Hotch said. "Wheels up in twenty," he added before walking out of the room, followed closely by his colleagues.
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"This is Lucy reporting from Sunshine Beach, as you can see from behind me there are numerous officers at the scene where the third body was discovered early this morning," the pretty brunette reporter announced. "This discovery marks the third person killed in the past month, with the last one being found about a week ago," she continued, trying to convey some emotion.
Watching the news, a man smiled and clapped slowly. "This is going exactly as planned, with three bodies they know that they have a serial killer at loose," he said to himself. "The special team from the FBI will have to come and investigate the matter," he added smiling at the idea. Slowly the man got up after the news report and walked over to the table on the other side of the room.
On the table lay three jars, which the man just stared at, admiring his work. The first jar contained a heart, the second contained a liver, and the last held a pair of eyes. The organs served as a reminder and memories of his kills.
Turning around the man headed out of the room and to the backyard, once outside the man walked towards the small house that used to be used as a guesthouse many years ago. Inside, he walked towards the only source of light and found that the young man tied to the table was awake.
Walking over, the man removed the gag around the other man's mouth.
"You bastard! Where am I and who the fuck are you?" the younger man yelled.
"None of that concerns you, for you are simply a pawn, a toy, bait or whatever you want to call yourself now," the older man replied.
"What are you going to do to me?" The young man replied sounding a little more concerned then before.
"Like I said you are simply serving a purpose," the older man replied, putting the gag back on and grabbing a knife from the small table off to the side.
Without any hesitation the older man held the knife over the man and waiting for the younger man's realization he cleanly cut off the thumb watching his captor's eyes widen in pain and fear as the gag muffled his screams.