Hey hey hey, sorry I've been taking so long to update, I swear. Today was the first almost homework free day I've had in a month. The 3 AP classes I have are kicking my butt, I dont want to go to college and take hard classes 24/7! Anyway...here it is, sorry it's rushed :)

-Kira

Its' been a week. Dimitri and I haven't talked and I had been throwing myself more and more into the case with only 2 weeks left to solve the mystery of who the killer was before he came after me. No new leads had shown up, not even another dead girl. Although, Virginia's a big state and not all of the rural towns inhabiting it had the resources to necessarily make the connection between their dead girls and ours, nor would they be too keen on involving the FBI. Many of the small towns wanted to do everything themselves, and viewed the government as unnecessary. So, with that, I was left to try and figure out who this killer was with the little clues I had been left over the past year and a half through the victims.

I was constantly pouring over the old cases, day after day; looking for something- anything- that would give me a clue or connect the victims in some way. Looking between Camille Conta and Avery Lazar's case files, I saw it. Both had been 'escorts' for the same company, "The Royals". But that wasn't what surprised me; it was their last listed clients. He was one in the same, a man by the name of Jesse Zeklos. How could I have not have noticed this sooner? Maybe it was because I didn't know what to look for earlier, or maybe it was because I was distracted by a certain Russian…I really don't know. But now that I've found this clue, I have every intention of following up on it.

So I decided to call "The Royals" in hopes that this Zeklos guy was a regular and left his address or telephone number with the company.

"Hello, this is The Royals club and how can I help you feel so much better today?" A guy sang into the receiver.

"Hello, my name is Agent Hathaway and I'm with the FBI, could you please give me the address or telephone number of a Mr. Jesse Zeklos? He was the last person seen with two of your now dead girls, Avery Lazar and Camille Conta?" I really hoped he wouldn't play the old 'confidentiality' card on me- especially after I brought up two of his coworkers.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Client confidentiality agreement. Sorry. Wish I could help, but I can't." He seemed sadder at the mention of the two victims, so I tried to play up on that.

"Oh, I understand. But it would really help me catch the killer of your friends. It's ok though. No harm done."

His voice seemed strained through the receiver, "Miss- I ca-ca-can't."

"Like I said, it's ok! I'll just have to get a warrant…" I pulled out my last card; getting legal action.

He sighed. "No need to do that. Jesse Zeklos? Is that who you wanted?"

I smilied. "Yes."

I heard some shuffling before the guy picked the phone up again. "Alright, yes, Mr. Zeklos is a regular with us, his address is 547 Shermin Ave., Alexandria. Call me if you need help with anything else, Avery and Camille were two of my best friends." He hung up before I could even say bye. I think it was time to pay Jesse Zeklos a little visit.


I knocked on the beat up door of a small townhouse in Alexandria. A woman with long black hair and icy blue eyes opened the door. Her expression of shock I'm sure mirrored my own. It was Natasha Ozera, the secretary from Saint Basil's.

"Agent Hathaway! What can I do for you?" She looked around nervously, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Hello again Ms. Ozera. I was looking for a Jesse Zeklos? He wouldn't happen to live here, would he? This was the address I was given."

Just then, a man in his late twenties with blond hair and blue eyes appeared at the door wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He was obviously high. "Babe, who's at the door? Come back to bed. I'm not paying you for talking."

Tasha looked down, embarrassed. "It's the feds, Jesse."

"Shit! Hide the meth!" Oh. My. God. This guy was an idiot!

"Uh…" Tasha replied looking back toward what I assumed was the kitchen.

"Fuck! Woman! Just get your pretty little ass in here and start shooting it up!" He ran inside, I guess to "shoot it up".

"Um, look. I won't arrest you if you get him to answer some questions."

Tasha looked relieved. "Ok, sure. Give me a sec." She disappeared into the house bringing back a half passed out Jesse.

"Mr. Zeklos, do you remember a Avery Lazar or a Camille Conta? From The Royals? You were the last person seen with them- alive that is."

"Yeah, uh-huh, sure. Good fucks. Didn't care for the blonde one, Camille I think, as much though. Bad faker." ARGH! Did he seriously not have a sensor?

"I see. And did you kill them?" Well if he was being all out in the open with me, might as well try.

"Only with my good looks." He smirked. "I'm not into strangling bitches with my hands, not my cup o' tea. Much prefer to shove me di-"

"OK! That's enough. Thank you for your time." I hurriedly turned around and walked back to my car. Just before I got in, though, I heard "You can join us if you like, you're as sexy as fuck!" God, if you exist, kill me now. I thought.

I whipped out my cell and called Stan to have the local Alexandrian Police send a cruiser over to Zeklos' house. Hey, just because I promised that I wouldn't bring them in didn't mean that I wouldn't call someone to arrest him instead.

Tasha's a prostitute. Wow. Didn't see that one comin'! And Jesse's an idiot...but I'm pretty sure everyone knew that already :D