Chapter 8
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. And I left it on a cliffhanger. :D


Arriving at the location, the agent's body was lain out just as all of Gulliver's victims had been, except in this case the victim was on the roof of an old residential building. The surface was not a completely flat surface; it had some curved areas which took up about 30% of the space. While it didn't make it especially hard to maneuver around, trying to pose a body in the middle of the night seemed like a risky location.

Everyone was quiet when they walked around Frederick's lifeless form, not able to take their eyes off of his face when they knew they should be looking for clues.

"Has the ME been here?" Kate asked, her lips pursed. She'd seen serial killers' work before but Gulliver was something on a whole new level. She shivered though it was a warm night.

Shaw nodded. "Yes, she said the body has been dead for at least 16 hours."

"How does he kill them?" Castle's voice was hoarse. He wished someone would close Frederick's eyes.

"Technically we need to wait for the ME's examination but if this is like the rest of the murders, it's through blood loss. He bleeds his victims out."

"That sounds…" Kate started to say painful but knew it didn't really help anyone stating the obvious. "Okay, what do we know?"

Shaw looked over at Agent Paul who pulled out a notebook to read. "Access to the building itself requires a master key for residents but maintenance people are given a special key that should only allow them access to the basement. However, the place is not Fort Knox so it wouldn't be difficult to find a way in from any spot. The roof itself is supposed to be locked but many residents purposely leave it open because a resident was locked out here 10 years ago. Nobody saw anything suspicious."

Castle sneered, "Of course not." He walked away and looked out over the edge down to the street.

Shaw quietly approached Kate, whispering, "Is he is going to be like this the whole time? He might as well go sit down in the car if he is."

Castle was now walking the perimeter of the roof, his eyes looking out towards the city. Kate watched him but recognized what he was doing. "Give him a minute."

"He shouldn't be here at all!" Agent Paul scorned.

After Castle made one lap around he went back to the southeast corner and pointed down. "There, he must have parked there."

Everyone walked over to him and saw an alleyway leading out to the far street.

Shaw shook her head, "What makes you so sure that's where he parked?"

"Because it gave him the most privacy to pull out his tools and this body."

"Actually," Paul said, his voice holding a hint of mockery, "there is another alleyway right over there and it's closer to the door than this one."

Castle looked over at Kate for a moment, then back to the alleyway. "Well, I guess I'm not an expert like you guys but this alleyway has the dumpsters and that one over there," Castle reached out pointing to a green one about twenty feet away, "has obviously been moved recently. You can see the outline of where it was over there."

"He's right. The green dumpster looks like it might have wheels on the bottom," Shaw said, leaning over to get a better look. She pulled out her phone to call one of the agents below canvasing the area to take a look at the one they were studying.

Kate had to bite back a smile. Shaw and Paul walked away leaving Castle and the detective staring down at the alleyway. "Good job."

Sighing he shook his head. "I heard what she said to you and she's not wrong. I can hardly look at him."

She glanced over to Frederick again, and honestly she couldn't blame Castle. She could hardly stand to look at him either and she never met him. "It's different when you know the person."

"Yeah," he said, drawing the word out. His gaze went over the roof and she could see him physically shudder. "Beckett, I know this…this is going to sound weird but I swear I've been here before."

"Where? This building? The roof?"

He nodded, "When I was a kid. I think, God, Beckett, I think we might have lived here."

Kate now looked at the building with new eyes. It wasn't exactly the place she pictured Castle and Martha living in, but she didn't know much about his early life. "We could look that up."

Castle followed, "My mom would know. We moved around a lot when I was a kid. If Mother got enough money we'd stay somewhere really nice but eventually the show would close or she'd make a bad investment and we would have to downsize."

"That would explain why he picked this location. This roof is awkward to stage a body and bringing the body up here had to have been hard with no elevator in the building. He had to go out of his way to use this roof."

"So is this supposed to be a message to me? Has he followed me longer than we thought? Why? I don't understand."

The question hit Kate harder than she expected and she couldn't hide her grimace. Castle asked. "What? What is it?"

She didn't think of the consequences such as her ability to continue working on this case or whether if Castle really was ready to hear it. She just knew she couldn't look Castle in the eye without telling him about Gulliver.

"There's something you don't know, Castle. Something the FBI has been reluctant to reveal." Castle didn't respond. Kate went on, "Something about Gulliver."

"What?"

"There is a connection between you and…him. One that isn't going to make you happy, but keeping you in the dark isn't working and I think it would be better to air the ugly tru-"

Castle stepped closer to Kate, his eyes growing dark. His words were a whisper but there was an edge to them. "For God's sake, Kate. What is it?"

"He's your father," she blurted.


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