I needed to understand. All my life, I had never had the ability to not understand. I'm a cerebral person, and it bothers me to have an end unresolved.

At the end of the day, I noticed Jane was acting softer toward me. Either she felt badly that I was upset earlier, or she had a fourth cup of coffee. "Do you want a ride home?" Jane asked casually, as we walked toward the lot.

"I'm fine. I'm going to go pick up some stuff for Bass. Thank you, though." It was not a lie. It was half a lie. I was going to pick up items for Bass, yes. But after, I would be doing something Jane might resent me for.

I had to talk to Hoyt. I had to. I knew I was just playing into him, letting him weaken me, but he succeeded in making me addicted to the thought. It was nicotine, the idea that I had a seed in me to be a monster.

On the drive toward the prison, I realized I would be fascinated in this case if it was someone else's. Was there a monster gene inside all of us with broken pasts and the genetic makeup to be an odd duck? If the environment went one way, one would end up Hoyt; a crazed murderer. If the environment was carried out in a more positive way, sublimation would occur, and it would be me.

I sat across from Hoyt, still questioning myself if it were the right thing to do, as his sneering, ugly face was bought out to recognize mine.

"Dr. Isles." he said, and I could read the surprise from his occulars and arrhythmia. "How nice to see my soul sister. What have you come here for? Did you realize we are connected, and that we should just join together? Then, we can both have Jane."

I blinked, trying to conceal any emotion I had. Did he know my secret love for Jane? It was a gradual realization, but I had come to terms with the fact that I loved Jane. I would not act on it, as she was my best friend. Still, it was one of my biggest secrets, and it stirred me that he could possibly know. "Why do you think I'm interested in having Jane?"

Hoyt laughed, throwing his head back. I could see a cut on his neck, a gash. I could also see his teeth, yellowing and cracked. "Cause I know you, Doc. You have the same passion for her as I do. Tell me, it's her voice that turns you on, isn't it?" I was silent, flabbergasted, but he responded before I could speak. "Of course it is. Don't you see? We can't figure her out. We hate that! We wanna finish everything we start, and we just can't finish her until we finish her. Catch my drift?"

I was disgusted. I hated how he talked about Jane like she was some object, a puzzle we had to conquer. Yet...

"You are deceptively complex. I do not understand you."

"If I was a dead body, you would."

Hoyt must've seen my eyes lower, because he smirked. It was Jane's complexities, the very idea that she relied so heavily on intuition and feeling, that made me want to devour her like a novel. I can't get enough of her, and it fuels my desire for her. My love.

"Dr. Isles. One of us is Jane's enemy. One of us is her lover. We are opposites, because we are the same thing. She is attracted to you for the same reason she repels me. When you want to team up together, let me know, soul sister."

I watched Hoyt disappear like an orange star into a deep sea of darkness, and I found myself sobbing at the table, alone. He was gone so he could not see, taken by the guards.

I must have cried the entire way home. My eyes stung from tears, so much that I didnt even realize I wasn't home.

I parked in front of Jane's house.