Chapter 2:

The man looked at her wickedly; a butcher's knife in his right hand. Stella's eyes opened wide in fear. The man smiled at her fear. Oh he won this one. "Hello Stella..."

Stella shut her eyes. This had to be a dream. Somebody, anybody, anything, wake her up now. She opened her eyes and noticed the man had stepped closer to her. Tears pricked her eyes and fear picked up in her body.

"Don't you remember me?" the man said, pushing a stray piece of hair out of Stella's face.

Stella didn't answer. She wanted to move her head when the man moved her hair, lightly touching her hair but with the knife in his other hand, she didn't want to cause alarm. She also didn't want to make the mistake of answering wrong.

"Come on Stella," the man said, running his hand through his hair. "You don't remember me? The guy that sat beside you while we were in school? The guy who loved watching crime shows? The guy who loved unsolved mysteries? The guy who had an obsession with famous unsolved murder cases?"

Each sentence he said, caused more fear to rise in her. Goosebumps popped up over her body; tears pricked her eyes. She once again closed her eyes in silent agony.

"It was a long time coming...I'd say about eighteen years, what you think? Obsession became too much," he sneered.

Her breathing was silent.

"Do you remember me now? Let me tell you a story that I have been fascinated with," he started. "You should know about it. If you haven't or you've forgotten, let me refresh your memory. 1982, I'll say were were probably six or seven years old then. In Seattle, the west coast, Gary Leon Ridgway, he's out in the waters, fishing, for what, I don't know." He took a breath when he heard Stella shiver and sigh a little. "Anyways he's out on his boat, much like this one, when he gets the craziest idea ever. I guess his mind went something like this: How many women can I kill before I get caught.?...Much like what I am thinking..."

Stella shuddered.

"You know, he was never really caught and when they did finally catch him, he'd already killed forty-eight women. His words were, 'I killed so many women, I lost track of how many.'" He tapped the knife on his head. "Guess I'm going for his record. How many women do you think they will find out in the pier? Think they're going to find out?" He quickly stood and headed in her direction.

"Why me?" Stella said quickly.

"Weren't you paying attention to anything I was saying before? Mind is twisted. I know you Stella. We went to school with each other." He walked closer. "Consider this the Manhattan version of the Green River Killings." Darkness and evil filled his eyes. He picked up one of his specialty torture tools and jabbed it in Stella's left side. He smirked as the crimson-colored liquid fell to the floor.

She screamed out in pain.

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"Anything on the GPS of Stella's phone," Mac said, stepping inside the A/V lab. He'd just drank three cups of coffee and he was high on energy and adrenalin.

"Nothing yet," Danny reported. "GPS picks up something then it wavers and then it loses connection again."

"Next time you get a location, record it," Mac said. He had more to say but noticed Flack walking down the halls. "See you in a minute," Mac said over his shoulders and headed out into the halls. "Whats up?"

Flack looked weary himself. "Homicide has reported three more bodies near the pier. That would make a total of five victims within the same area."

Mac frowned. "We got to get out there." He looked up as Sheldon came nearer. "What do you have?"

"I just left Sid," Sheldon said. "Both of the victims appeared to have been tortured. Lacerations on eighty percent of their bodies, bruising on both of their wrist as if they were bonded, tearing in their sexual cavity, but not from rape, from something else. Sid found traces of granite..." he looked over the files in his hand. "... Surprisingly, of all of that, the COD was drowning. Blood, mucus and water were all found in the victims' lungs."

"Okay," Mac said. "I want you to take that and run it, see exactly what this granite is. Homicide has found three more victims, same location. Flack and I are on it now. Keep me posted."

"Will do," Sheldon said, heading in the trace lab direction.

The other two men headed out, back out into the night, heading back to the same crime scene.

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