So here is chapter two. I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 1: The collector of innocents.

Three days ago:

The Detective George Johnson sighed as he saw the pictures of the latest victim. They all reminded him of his son, who was just like them: innocent, kind, so full of dreams and joy for life. Who could be that mentally ill to destroy something so… pure?

The moment the case got into his table a few weeks ago he knew that it was going to be a tough one. Nobody liked killed children.

It all had started a few days ago with a little girl named Judith Parton, ten years old, daughter of former military and a housewife, she was found slaughtered in her own room, with her little hands placed delicately in her stomach, like if she was sleeping peacefully. That didn't change the fact that she was covered in blood. The forensic expert said that she had died because of the blood loss, but she didn't feel any pain. The killer had drugged the child in her sleep and then proceeded to kill her, as if the pain wasn't what he wanted, but the mess and the blood that came along with the death. There wasn't a sexual assault either.

The new victim was a boy, David Miller, twelve years old, son of a school teach and of ex cop of Chicago, he was killed the same way as Judith.

This last kid was what intrigue George, his father Daniel Miller, had worked a case where the children were killed in the same M.O. After a few days tracking the killer, Daniel received a letter saying 'Your son is the next. From now on no matter what you do, no matter where you go, you will experience the same pain as the others. Prepare yourself. That is, unless you catch me first- The collector of innocents'. Daniel's wife got so scared that she forced her husband to resign his job and move to another city. That was a few months ago.

George heard that there were similar cases before in other states, but the investigations never got very far and they always ended like this. With the son or the daughter of a cop ending dead.

Now it seemed like this was their turn to try to catch the guy.

He didn't like to ask for help, but the truth was that this guy was awfully good at hiding. So after talking to his team he made the call.

The contact he called was unique in every way, but always got the job done. He smiled as he recalled the conversation a night ago.

"So…let me get this straight. You want me to take a flight from Alexandria to D.C to help you catch a serial killer " his friend said in a small, calculative voice.

"Well, we don't know it is a serial killer yet, the other cases could be just coincidences"

"No, my friend. There are no coincidences. From what you told me by now I can tell you are dealing with a serial, no matter where you look at. The true big question here is: how the hell you got into Detective if you can't see something that obvious?" George rolled his eyes, he could hear the mocking tone in his friend.

"You are just mad because I didn't tell you when I got promoted"

"See? Now that's the observant guy I know" his friend joked "Okay, I will help you, with one condition though."

"Okay I'm listening"

"I want to help you in secret." That took George by surprise.

"… Why?"

"You know how I work, my methods are not always liked by others. Besides I would like to keep my face to myself for a while. If your colleagues know me, there will be no turning back"

"You know that you are the strangest person I ever known, right?"

"Right. So we have a deal?"

"Yeah, we have a deal."

"Okay, I'll take the next flight to the US. Where do I meet you?"

"How about outside the Abraham Lincoln mausoleum?"

"Very well, see you soon."

George got a call from in the morning, the flight got delayed, so he wouldn't see his friend in one more day.

"Johnson, can I have a word with you for a second?" George heard as he was pulled out of his thoughts. The chief of D.C police, Brian Brown, was looking at him with serious eyes.

"Uh, yes sir" George said as he stood up from his desk. While they walked to the chief office he caught a glimpse of his friend, Will Lamontagne. They weren't in the same unit, but got along pretty good.

"Going home Will?" he said as Will stopped dead in his tracks with a smile.

"No, to the airport. My wife is coming back early from Texas so I'm going to surprise her" Will said happily, George smiled.

"Say 'hi' to her for me, okay? And to your son too"

"I will. See you tomorrow" and with that Will got out of the place.

George kept his smile as he entered his chief office, we envied Will a little. Even if his wife was a federal agent, they still were together no matter to odds. Not like he and his ex wife, who left him and his son without looking back, if George had not had his son by his side, he didn't know what he would have done. That has always been his problem, he was way too sentimental for this job. Maybe for everything.

"Sit down, Johnson" Chief Brown said, pulling George out his thoughts again.

"Yes, sir"

"I want to talk to you about your recent case"

"We still have no leads, sir. Putting aside Mr. Miller's declaration I'm afraid to say that we got nothing. The killer is meticulous and has left no evidence in any of the last crime scenes…"

"We received and envelop this afternoon" Brown said, interrupting George rambling.

"W-what? From who?"

"See for yourself" Brown said as he gave George the letter. It said:

'You tried to catch me, just like the others. You will fail, just like the others. Your son will pay the price, just like the others- The collector of innocents'

George blood ran cold as he read the words. This letter only meant one thing: his son, James, twelve years old, one of the most pure, innocent, and happy persons he ever met, was the next.

To be continued…

Sorry if the team wasn't in here, but you had to meet George Johnson first, he is very important. Let me know what you think! Please!