"X marks the spot." It was something Jigsaw obviously wanted him to know. The clues screamed out at Leo but he couldn't grasp the situation. Perhaps Todd had found something. approached Leo.
"Detective are there any special instructions for Mr. Kramer in light of his supposed involvement?"
"No, I'm not really sure how complicate he is in this quite yet. I'll keep this visit short and sweet." Leo turned through the room which had grown an uncomfortable sense of familiarity. There lay John sleeping deeply with the exception of the rise and fall of his chest. His breathing was forced and painful to listen to.
"John…" Kramer's eyes opened slowly but Leo could tell that much effort was being put into opening them.
"Forgive me, I am not well Detective."
"Mary-
"She is not who you are looking for Detective. Dr. Kerry is in her own little prison much like we all are. She merely provided the playing field for the game."
"Was she the Psychiatrist you alluded to?"
"You're smart Detective, you read through the lines. I would have liked to see this game through to its conclusion and your outcome but I fear I must face my own mortality. "Leo couldn't comprehend this. Kramer had been in horrible condition but now the illness was winning the battle.
"We all choose when we live or die Detective, but we have to earn the will to live, the right to the blessed gift of life. You'll earn it too."
"John-
"Leave now Detective. You're time is too short to waste on police formalities. This is no longer an investigation Detective, heed the warnings." Kramer dosed off shortly after that. Leo could tell he would be dead within days if not within the night. Childton stood at the door waiting.
"Who is 's next of kin?"
"Excuse me?"
"I need to get in contact with somebody. "
"I don't understand."
"Mr. Kramer asked to be taken off life support." John Kramer giving up his struggle for life was something Leo could not understand.
"How long does he have left?!"
"Detective please-
"Just answer."
"Days give or take." Leo wiped his brow, he needed Kramer alive. The matter surrounding Jigsaw's prosecution was tricky; perhaps he could get some lee way to put him back on life support. If he were to do this time would be of the essence. Leo pulled out his cell phone and rapidly dialed in Harris' number.
"Todd, we've got a problem-
"Oh yes we do Leo." The voice on the other end was distorted. Leo's spirits jumped out of his skin in fear. Jigsaw was on the other end.
"What have you done with Harris?"
"I've given him the chance to save his life, the chance to achieve true justice. The justice you've long sought but was all ways out of your grasp."
"What do you know about Kramer's wish to die?"
"John knows nothing of where these games will go-
"Bullshit!"
"Did I not warn you Detective? Are you not aware of the stakes? Ask yourself how does it look when you pay John these visits?" Leo froze. He had a point, there had been forensic evidence planted at the scenes of the crimes. He gulped.
"What do you want from me?"
"I all ready told you, I want to play a game." Leo hung up with a new rush of intensity and anger flowing through him. Jigsaw had made a mistake he could track where the phone was, but Jigsaw wasn't that stupid. The game would continue but Leo would have to enter Jigsaw's court rather than his own. He reopened his cell knowing that where he would be going. A Jigsaw crime scene was a new breed of horror even for a brave homicide detective. People weren't just murdered in fits of violent rage they were maliciously tortured mentally and physically with every bit of attention going to the smallest conceivable details. Murder even in its horror and ugliness is easy; Jigsaws' games were on an entirely different level. Kramer was right; his games had to bring people to their own personal hell, a place so unimaginable that even the common drug addict would beg for another chance to even capture a glimpse of what they called life. This is what awaited Leo. He dialed in the number with an unsteady hand.
"I want the GPS location of Todd Harris' phone."