A/N: March is a real town in England.

"Wedy?"

"Ramon?" she used the first name that I had ever told her – not sure what to call me on such an unusual phone call.

"Please refer to me as Ryuzaki."

"Of course, Ryuzaki. May I ask what you require?"

"I am sending you a plane ticket to Japan. I need your help on surveillance on a house." I don't tell her the details – she doesn't ask questions on specifics. It had always worked that way. "You are scheduled to arrive here in two days. Once you are off the plane, I will contact you for further instructions. Have I made my directions clear?"

"Yes, Ryuzaki."

"Then you will receive a call two days from now from me. Thank you."

"It's no problem," she says, seeming to mean it.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Ryuzaki."

I hang up the phone and go back to staring at the monitor. My mind goes back to a memory.

"That was a good game – even if you won like always." Ayko says to me. I look back at him wondering just how much he's hiding. He's the main suspect, and the percent of it actually being him is over thirty. I shove the case out of my head for a few moments to talk to him.

"At least I don't throw the match." I say as I open the door to our joint dorm room. I hated staying in the dorms but I had to keep a close eye on Ayko. He goes to his room and I hear the shower start up moments later. I open my laptop and see a giant calligraphy W light up my screen.

"Yes?" I say.

"I would just like to report that another body has been found."

I throw a look at Ayko's door. How could he have done it last night? I was up all during the night and he didn't come out of his room once. "Where?"

"Just outside of March. I will send you the autopsy report along with pictures soon."

"Thank you."

The screen goes back to blue. I lean on my knees, lean forward. Ayko was more than likely the murderer. He fit my profile perfectly and all the women murdered he knew. Perhaps not personally, but still he was connected to them. He was the only one they all had in common. Ayko didn't seem intelligent to throw in a few wild cards – even if he was smart enough to leave no traces at the previous scenes. There was less than a one percent chance that there would be traces of the killer at this scene.

"Ayko? I'm going out." I call as I slip on some tennis shoes.

I leave, and walk to a park that I liked to go to so that I could think. I sit on a bench and go through the last eighteen murders in my head. The only person who fit the profile was Ayko – but the evidence was so unsubstantial that we could move to arrest him. I NEEDED more evidence.

The night falls around me and I stand up to go back to my dorm. I am across the street when I notice the fire trucks. Ayko stands there, talking to a fire officer. The officer walks away and I walk over to Ayko.

"What did I miss?" I ask him.

He looks kind of like he did something wrong. "I was smoking in our dorm room and I kind of… caught the room on fire."

"Good job, Ayko." I say as another officer walks up to us.

We turn to hear what he has to say. He coughs then says, "Fortunately it seemed that only one room was burned. The other is just smoke-infested."

"Which room was burned?" I ask.

"The room that you first walk into – which one of your rooms was that?"

"That would be Royce's." Ayko says, looking sheepish.

I look at him, trying my best to look upset. Honestly, it didn't bother me too much except for the fact that it would make it slightly harder to watch Ayko.

The officer looks at me and says, "I'm sorry, son. I'm sure they'll find you another dorm to room in, however."

A thought occurs to me – if my room was the one that burned, then that means that everything in the room was burned. My journal was burned. I can't decide whether to be happy or upset.

"Was everything burned?" I ask, a strange mix of hope in my chest.

"Yes," the officer says. "There was nothing but ash in that room."

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