"I wouldn't have expected anything less from him." Ruben said, standing outside of Beacon on the front steps with Sebastian, both of them holding cups of coffee in their hands.

"He'd be insulted," Sebastian mused, not sure if he cared.

Ruben sniffled from the cold wind, "When is he not?"

"Other than the normal criticism, he's taken it lightly since the death of his model." That was a few days ago, and they were still looking into information about the two deceased models, some of what they found was private within the modeling contract.

"Decapitation?"

Sebastian raised a brow at Ruben. "You've read the newspaper." It was plastered all over Krimson since the information was out, and the police couldn't keep it under wraps any longer. Now the public knew there was a serial killer on the loose, one that's been targeting models.

"I didn't have too since the last model was found in the same state," Ruben said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Sebastian nodded, recalling how the model was laid out, the gore, and the glamorizing of her death surrounded by rose petals. The killer had an idealization and that made it easy to distinguish him. "Gruesome, Krimson City is his hunting ground. We should find the bastard soon enough. Everyone eventually makes a mistake, we're just waiting on it."

"And the other?"

Sebastian frowned. "Other?"

Ruben looked at him, "The other serial killer," he clarified.

"It's unlike you to be this interested."

"I'm not, but since we're on the topic, might as well discuss it."

Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair. Another thought that he didn't want to linger on for too long, it still bothered him and his colleagues at work. "Haven't found a trace of him, he may be discreet, but he's also messy. He'll make a mistake as well. I might even get a raise for bringing in two serial killers."

"If you find them," Ruben muttered, taking a sip of his coffee, "what if they're the same person."

Sebastian almost rolled his eyes, "Would the serial killer be so audacious to take up two persona's to hide his true identity?"

Ruben glared at him, "I was just wondering. No need for the dramatics."

"We have considered it," Sebastian began, "but they both have different M.O's. They're spread apart, different motives, different sides of the hunting ground."

"So they're sharing the space?" Ruben asked.

"I don't think they're sharing, but keeping each other at a distance. They respect each other's presence, but at the same time indifferent to it."

Ruben nodded slowly. "You're quite observant."

"Have to be in this business." He looked down at his watch and frowned, "Well, my break is over, I'll see you later, Ruben."

"Yeah, see you later" he said, turning and walking into the building without a backwards glance.

Sebastian walked down the cement steps toward the cop car sitting by the curb. He got in and drove away from Beacon and back to the police department. He walked to his office where he found Joseph and Kidman, both of them looked like they were arguing, which wasn't new, somehow they always seemed to be at each other's necks about different topics.

They both looked at Sebastian as he opened the doors and closed them behind him. The trio stared at each other, and Sebastian let out a deep sigh.

"I don't want to hear it." He walked to his chair and sat down.

"Where were you?" Joseph asked.

"Beacon, talking with Ruben," Sebastian said, closing his eyes.

"When have you two ever talked about anything," Kidman wondered.

Sebastian blinked his eyes open, "We talk, but mostly about mundane things. Work, work, work, mostly my work since he doesn't open up about his own."

Kidman sighed, she glanced to Joseph, and Sebastian noticed the ire in her gaze before she placed her hand down on a file that was sitting on top of Sebastian's desk. "This is the new reports on the models."

She lifted her hand and Sebastian picked up the files. "Have you looked at them?"

"I have," Kidman said, crossing her arms. "They don't give us much clarification as I thought they would."

"They don't lead back to Stefano," Joseph said, shaking his head.

Sebastian read over the reports and dropped the files on the desk. "I guess we should be glad that one of our friends isn't a serial killer."

"He moved up to friends already?" Kidman said, brow arched, "last week you called him a nuisance."

"Only when he talks my ear off about his art. He seriously won't shut up about it, sometimes I think maybe he isn't—"

"Can we not talk about him when we have better things to discuss," Joseph interjected.

Sebastian sat back in his chair. "I'm just saying, he might have narcissistic tendencies that need to be looked over."

"We're detectives, not psychologists," Joseph said.

Sebastian nodded slowly. "You're right, I should get Ruben to look him over."

"Sebastian." Joseph said a bit sharply, "let's stay on topic."

"We've also got information on the second serial killer," Kidman said, reaching for a file underneath the one they just looked at. "There were several more bodies dumped in the river near the border of the city."

"He's been active for sometime," Sebastian said, looking over the file. There were black and white pictures of the bodies that were taken, each one were cut up and dismembered, but there was also the detail of surgery that concerned their brains. Most of it was either cut out, or simply prodded at before being discarded.

"A few months now," Kidman said.

"He's obviously delusional," Sebastian said, leaning forward against his desk, brows pinched in concentration over the reports, "thinking he's either a scientist or a doctor."

"That still doesn't help us locating him," Joseph said, looking out the window.

No it doesn't, but it gives them some insight on the killers. He was right about what he said to Ruben, the serial killers were completely different and they disposed their bodies with either reckless care or dumping them. One of the serial killer was either narcissistic, he enjoys his persona, the artist that constructs his victims in gory situations with delicate postures, taking their heads as a trophy. The second serial killer was different to the first, the bodies that were dumped were not cared for, and the people were alive during whatever monstrosity he placed them in from the medicine that was found in their veins, and he has surgical knowledge and even scientific experience, meaning the second serial killer is a doctor or someone who wants to be a doctor but was denied.

Sebastian covered his face with his hands. "There's a lot to consider," he said to Kidman and Joseph. "I'm not sure what I'm thinking or what I'm saying is right, but I do think they are essentially different people with different motives, and they must be located with the utmost care."

Joseph turned. "Utmost care? You mean in brutal conduct."

Sebastian looked at both of them, and they didn't waver as they looked at him. He wouldn't tell them, but he was proud of them. "You never complained before."

"We wouldn't, but it does get results," Kidman said, breaking eye contact.

"It's against the law," Joseph said, shaking his head.

"Bending a few rules never hurt anyone," Sebastian said.

"It will if someone catches you."

"Me?" Sebastian said, frowning, "we're in this together."

Joseph sighed. "So you're expecting us to stay on this burning ship with you."

Sebastian glanced between them before saying, "Yes. That is exactly what I'm expecting."

"I need a coffee," Kidman said, leaving the room.

Joseph ran a hand through his short hair, "I do too." He left the room, following after Kidman and leaving Sebastian to his own devices.

Sebastian picked up the file and leaned back against his chair. He read over the reports again and again, trying to make sense of the situations of each of the serial killers were in. He knew they'd eventually find them, they hadn't exactly moved away from Krimson, nor have they gone silent.

They were bold, they knew they were being hunted, and they didn't care.