This chappie is a look into a sicko's mind. So here it is...
He gently stroked the computer screen as he waited for all his photos to upload. The girl in the picture looked so much like Agent North he almost got too carried away with her body but he remembered just as he cut off her last finger that he was leaving the agent a message. With care he spread the digits throughout the coffee shop and carefully removed the girls brown eyes.
"You were almost perfect." He started to flip through the photos he had taken just mere hours ago. It was almost like a flip book the girl started out alive but as the photos went on and he began the cutting her face distorted into a permanent scream. Oh how did she scream. He smiled at the memory on how the girl begged and pleaded to live and how quickly it went from begging to full on sobs of pain. He bashed her skull in just to shut her up.
He hated having to make these kills quick but he had been waiting ten years to finish his business. When he started in D.C. he never imagined that Grace would lead him to the only man who came remotely close to catching him.
"You did a good job Agent North."
Not only was he going to kill that bitch that lived but he was going to get to play with Shawn and his new girlfriend. Maybe that cop too. That was another surprise for him just as soon as Grace landed she became friendly with a tall detective who wore a permanent scowl.
"He is going to be a problem."
He flipped through the photos he had taken just this morning at the coffee shop. You could see Grace giving comfort to Agent Turner, Shawn chatting with the CSI techs, his pretty blonde taking statements from the manager and the detective Grace was so fond of constantly scanning his surroundings. He watched them as they investigated the shop and saw how short of a leash the detective was on, one moment he was observing the next he was in the shop in a flash. Must have figured out where you were Grace.
As the corner removed the body of the young girl he was almost giddy with excitement because Grace was closer to finding the message he sent her. I wish I could be there when they open my gifts. He continued his patrol on the scene until there were only six people on scene. He took a close up of them all and now was printing them.
The picture of the black man went right next to Shawn and Juliet he swore if Shawn wasn't clearly in love with her people would think Shawn and this Burton character were a couple. Grace was, of course, next to the detective. Carlton I think. And last but not least the picture of a older bald gentleman went right in the middle. He was having trouble what kind of relationship he had with the others but he was going to find out.
He had just started up the schematics on what he was going to do when a knock on the workshop door caused him to stop.
"Grandpa! Mom said she is not going to bring dinner out here. You need to come to the house." He smiled at the little girl's voice.
"Just a sec. I about finished."
He quickly began shutting down the computer and covering the wall with the large tarp. He figured just how lucky he was his own flesh and blood lived here in Santa Barbara so he could stay almost indefinitely.
"Just a matter of time Agent Grace. Just a matter of time." He gave her photo a loving caress and locked up the workshop.
"Hurry Grandpa! Mom made tacos!"
He looked into the steel blue eyes of his granddaughter. "I'm coming Gracie."
