Jack London wrote: "He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive."
New York
The coastline of Long Island
When detective Adam Brewer arrived at the crime scene it where already filled with people. Police officers trying to keep curious people away, the coroner was making his first quick assessment and crime scene investigators was going through every inch of the area around the body. Detective Brewer showed his badge to the officer who was standing by the barrier tape and went under it. He glanced at the body, it was just as the others. A blonde female, athletic and in her early thirties. The body was lying with the face down on the sand. It showed signs of severe abuse and on her wrist and ankles he could see ligature marks.
- Detective Brewer, the coroner said to greet him when Brewer squatted down beside him.
- What can you tell me about her, Crouch? Brewer said. It's the same guy isn't it?
- I would guess so, Crouch answered. I can't give any details yet but it looks like she have been sexually tortured for a period, just like the other three. I'll give you a call as soon as I know anything else.
Brewer nodded, rose and took a step back. He squinted in the bright afternoon sun, he looked at the beach and sighed. If the rest of the scene was like the others they wouldn't find any traces they could use except the tire tracks, but he already knew they would be from an older pick up. He went to his car and sat down behind the wheel. Damn it, four dead women in about a month and he wasn't any closer to solve the case now than he was when they first discovered the first body.
Back at his office he took his favourite cup and poured coffee in it. He slammed the door behind him harder than he had planned and sunk down in his chair. He turned around and looked out through the small window. The grey stone buildings outside made him feel calm, he didn't know why but since he had gotten the office almost ten years ago he had thought they made him relaxed. He tried to think about the case. He needed to do something to stop this man from killing more women. He didn't deserve to be in that chair. It should have been his partner who should have been promoted. Now it was too late. She'd left and he knew she wouldn't come back.
Quantico
Agent Cassandra MacKenzies home
The plane had landed, the BAU-team had said their goodbyes and gone home. Cassie closed the door behind her and turned the lock. She threw her bag and keys on the floor and kicked off her shoes. She was tired. They had been in Twin Falls, Idaho, for almost a week to assist the local police on a serial killer who abducted children from kinder garden. She had found it hard to sleep well until they caught the unsub and now it felt like the biggest reward she could ever get was a whole night of good sleep. She went into the bathroom to turned on the shower, she glanced at the bathtub and changed her mind. Her body deserved and nice hot bath. She turned on the water and went to the kitchen and put on the kettle. In the bedroom she took off her clothes and grabbed her mp3-player. She hadn't had time to finish the last audiobook but now that was just what she needed. Ten minutes later she was lying in the bathtub, sipping her tea and listen to the latest book about Bridget Jones. Nowhere near a bad guy or any pure evil, it even made her draw a smile every now and then.
Cassie woke up when the cold water made her shiver. A quick shower gave her back some warmth and she left the bathroom. She could hear her phone ringing in her bag and she picked it up. She stiffened when she saw Adams name and number on the phone. Before she had made up her mind about if she would answering the call or not it went silent. She didn't have the energy to fight with him tonight, and it had been all they had done when they spoke the last months. While blow drying her hair she tried to push aside the thoughts of Adams call, but she couldn't lie to herself, she was a bit curious to know what he would say to try to get her back this time. When her long blonde hair was dry enough she crawled in bed and pulled the cover over herself. She was asleep before her head was on the pillow.
New York
Long Island
The car was driving fast down the narrow road. The driver was in a good mood and he knew the road well. He slowed down when he drove up to the old house. He turned off the engine, stepped out of the car and walk to the back of it. He opened the trunk cover and felt that growing pleasing feeling he had since he first saw her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up on her feet. He loved hearing the low, grudging sound the women did with a duct tape over their mouths. He dragged the woman towards the cellar door, unlocked the door and stepped into the darkness. When he past the first door he thought about the woman he already had there. What was she doing right now? Not that she had much to do, but still. He opened the second door and pushed the woman inside the small prison cell. He used a knife and cut the cable ties that had kept her hand secured behind her back. He was outside the room and had looked the door before the woman had any time to escape. He sealed the padlock and left the cellar whistling. The collection was whole again. As soon as he had eaten something he was ready the have some fun.
