Derek Chancer had heard the entire conversation between Hayward and the other girl. He wasn't sure how, perhaps some door in her modified cell hadn't been closed properly? Either way, now he couldn't help but congratulate Dawson, if only grudgingly. The guy was certainly causing a lot of distress to these 2 women. He'd wanted to ask him the night before what the point of all this was. He personally just believed in fucking and killing women. But he couldn't deny that perhaps mental torture had its merits after all.

It still didn't mean he liked Dawson. In fact, he thought he was a stupid, arrogant prick. But there was no doubt he'd clearly thought this through carefully and so far it was working. He'd also seen the killer's face as Myers had left Hayward's cell and although it showed its usual no emotion, Chancer knew he was angry. Very angry. He'd silently thanked whichever God or Gods existed that he was safe in his cell at that moment.

As if on cue, a text came through on his iPod. Chancer picked it up and was immediately sure it was Leach.

Our client wants the fallout of this. We've already heard her call to the other woman from your iPod recordings and told him. Pass on anything else you see/hear.

This reminded Derek of Adam's promise to give him a lot of money when they met up. Derek still hadn't made up his mind for certain yet, but he was almost certain Dawson's meeting with him would be the last of Dawson's life. Chancer quite fancied taking his cash then putting him on his newly restored operating table. Just for a change, just to see… well, how strong he really was when not beating on women.

…

Samuel Loomis stepped out in to the exercise yard 10 minutes later. What he'd said to Dr Stark was true. He had called the police and told them of the letter and their suspicions Adam Dawson had written it. They'd told him they'd send someone to his house as soon as they could. Dr Loomis hoped they were fast or the slimy son of a bitch could and would just delete the evidence.

Taking a deep breath, he focused on the task at hand. Michael was standing in the yard chained to his concrete block, and he was utterly still. Dr Samuel Loomis wasn't, or rather hadn't ever been afraid of Michael Myers, mostly because the killer had been behind glass from him. But now, Samuel Loomis just knew he was angry. Very angry. If he was going to do this, really going to do this, he had to be very careful.

He stepped up to the yellow line and stopped just in front of it. The killer turned his head ever so slightly and met his doctor's gaze. Dr Loomis had to force himself not to shiver. God. That stare… he had to stay professional.

"Michael," he said very softly. "Please will you listen to me?"

Just as he'd expected, there was total silence. But neither did the killer look away.

"Michael, I need to tell you this. I can't make you believe it, but you deserve to know. Danielle doesn't yet know what that letter said, but I know for a fact that when she does she'll be devastated. We do not think Charlotte wrote it, or Danielle said any of the things contained within it. From conversations I've had with her, she really cares about you Michael, you've been a huge help to her while she's been here. I totally understand why you believe it was her, you've never trusted nor had any reason to trust anyone before. We believe this is Adam's work and I think deep down you do too. I've already phoned the police and they're hopefully at his house by now to look for evidence. We're trying to hold off showing Danielle the letter for as long as we can. We're worried about her reaction. Also if she knows or even believes you're angry at her, it could make her slide backwards incredibly quickly. I think you know what I mean."

Still the killer didn't move. Dr Loomis didn't know if he was crazy or stupid, but he slowly stepped over the yellow line. 2 guards ran over immediately and Dr Loomis felt a rush of affection for them. They stood at the edge of the yellow line. There if needed, but not interrupting. Dr Loomis stepped forward and laid a hand on the killer's arm.

"Michael," he murmured quietly. "Listen to me. Are you angry because you think Danielle said all these things? Or is it because you, like us, suspect this wasn't Danielle's or even Charlotte's doing?"

…

"DAMN IT, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT SAID!"

Danielle was standing in Dr Stark's office, Joanne at her side. She was furious and upset.

"OK SO YOU BELIEVE ADAM FUCKING WROTE IT NOT CHARLOTTE, SO WHY ARE YOU SO UNWILLING TO TELL ME WHAT THAT BASTARD'S SAID TO MICHAEL ABOUT ME?"

"Think about it Danielle," Dr Stark said quietly. "Why do you think? Take a second and think about your own question."

There were a few seconds of silence, then Danielle's mouth fell open and she sank in to a chair Joanne quickly guided her to, as if her knees would no longer support her.

"Jesus Christ," she breathed. "You're worried about my reaction aren't you? That it'll bring me back to the brink of suicide like when I first came here."

Dr Stark and Joanne both touched her arms. "Well?" Dr Stark said. "Are we wrong?"

Danielle let out a long breath. "I just… I can't believe Adam is still trying. I know what he's doing. He's trying to stop Michael from protecting me, to make attacking and probably killing me even easier. He's scared of Michael Myers, just as we all are! Yes including me! Where is Michael?"

"Dr Loomis is with him now," Dr Stark replied.

"He's angry isn't he?" Danielle sounded resigned. "He thinks I said all that stuff. I'm not stupid enough to think he'd trust me that fast. He's a masked killer for fuck's sake! You know angry men terrify me, and Michael Myers…" She trailed off.

"Is more dangerous than most," Joanne finished flatly. "Yes. That's why we're keeping you apart. I don't think Michael truly believes you said it all Danielle, but…"

She too trailed off.

"We don't know for sure," Dr Stark finished for her.

Danielle gave a humourless smile. "Yeah, I get it. It's not my turn to die today."

…

Unlike most mornings, Adam was whistling away happily as he got out of his bed and dressed. Normally he wanted to throw his alarm clock, phone, out of the window. But not today. Things were going just as he'd planned. His text had stirred things up just as he'd hoped. It seemed his plan was working perfectly. Michael Myers had indeed got the letter he'd sent from Charlotte, or apparently from Charlotte, and judging by the information he'd received from his inside man, the killer was very angry.

Adam continued to whistle as he headed downstairs. Oh yes, this was absolutely brilliant. Turning on the coffee machine, state of the art naturally he'd have it no other way, he headed out to his van to double check his tools for work, as he did every day. He had a job to attend in an hour. Some guy Adam hardly knew had broken his shed door. Adam didn't care as long as he was paid.

Everything with his van was fine, so he headed back inside to start sorting his coffee. The delicious smell hit him as the steaming liquid poured in to his cup. He opened his fridge and pulled out milk and some bacon to fry for breakfast. Bacon sandwiches sounded just perfect right now.

As he pulled out a saucepan and plates, he once more found himself thinking of his father. The man Adam had idolised, looked up to and loved. The only thing he and now his son had wanted a woman for, was to fuck, and cook them their breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Adam sighed. Well as he didn't currently have one, yet, he'd have to cook this bacon by himself. Not that she'd get any of it if he did of course. She'd have to stick with cereal or something. Only men got the good stuff.

Smirking to himself, he was just about to turn on the cooker, when he heard the hammering on his door followed by the shouts of "POLICE! Mr. DAWSON, OPEN UP!"

Fucking hell! What did the pigs want now? He'd done nothing. He hadn't even written a letter. Charlotte had. Surely this could have nothing to do with that? Not this fast? He'd written the letter at a shady internet café he knew; the owners were friends of his and about as anti-police as you could get. There was no way they'd help the pigs out. Adam knew he was safe. He'd printed it there to, before paying the whore he fucked that night an extra fifty dollars to post it for him. Just as he'd hoped, she'd asked no questions and done it at that price. Adam would've been willing to pay her more if he'd had to, just this once of course.

No. He knew here, he was safe. He strolled to his door, to show the pigs they wouldn't rush him in his own home and pulled it open.

"Good morning officers," he gave them his most charming smile. "I was just about to make some bacon sandwiches. Would you like one?"

Not fucking likely he'd give them anything.

"No thank you Mr. Dawson," the officer at the front said. There were 3 of them. Adam noticed they were all male and suspected strongly that was deliberate. "We need to come in if you please?"

"You can't," Adam said. "Not without a warrant."

"Then this is your lucky day Sir," the officer said and produced the order from the court. Adam rolled his eyes. "We have reason to believe you have breached your order regarding contacting Danielle Hayward. That gives us enough evidence to come in."

The officer then produced his warrant card. Adam sighed. He knew that if he wanted to appear innocent, his best chance was to co-operate with the cops, even if he hated it.

"I've done nothing," he smiled at them again. "But sure, come in. How can I help?"

The officers didn't answer, just entered his address. Adam could see their guns, batons and handcuff's on their stab and bullet prove vests, and wondered if this too was deliberate. He wasn't intimidated by these fuckers. What was the worst they could do? Chuck him in a cell? Big fucking deal. It wasn't like they could execute him or something.

Just as he'd expected, the officers entered his living room and headed straight for his laptop, which was on the coffee table. Idiots. Did they really think he'd be that stupid as to leave evidence right in front of them?"

"I'm afraid we need to take this Mr. Dawson," another officer said and before Adam could argue, now did produce a warrant to seize any electronic devices they found within his address. "We also require you to hand over your phone."

Adam cursed internally. Fuck. So they obviously suspected he'd written the letter. But they'd have to prove it first.

"If I don't?" The words were out of his mouth almost before he could stop them.

"Do I really have to answer that Mr. Dawson? I think you know. You'll be arrested. It's only because we have no proof yet that you're not being arrested right now. This is your last warning."

Adam sighed, but handed over his phone as requested. He'd already told his client he was coming and at what time the night before. But it was never the less highly annoying. He'd already deleted the app he'd used to send the text to Danielle with, plus any other evidence. He'd also formatted his phone, erasing all data before he'd written the letter, knowing this might be coming. Now, he praised himself for his quick thoughts and preparation. The pigs had nothing on him. Not this time.

"Do you have any further phones Sir?"

"No," Adam said, handing over his iPad which had had the same treatment as his phone the night before.

"Your pin?"

"4285," Adam answered.

"We are going to need to search your van I'm afraid Mr. Dawson."

Adam sighed. Damn they were thorough, he had to give the cops that. "Fine," he said, handing an officer the keys. 2 of them left, but one of the fucking pigs stayed in the lounge with him.

Acting entirely unconcerned, Adam re-entered the kitchen to make his bacon sandwiches. Stay calm, he told himself. There is absolutely no way the pigs can link me to this. Just carry on as normal.

The officer followed him in to his kitchen. This infuriated Adam. He wasn't under arrest at this time, so the officer had no right to follow him. This was his space, his home. "Can I help you?"

The cop ignored him. Shrugging, Adam carried on with making his breakfast. He decided not to kick up a fuss. Acting defensive would probably just make things worse, make it seem like he had something to hide after all. He'd pretend to co-operate with them and thus the court and that bitch of a judge. But he could see the officers gaze sweeping around his kitchen and knew he was searching for something. He then walked in to the living room and did the same thing before heading upstairs. Shit. The pig was searching his house. Once again, Adam forced himself to calm down. Let him, he thought. There's nothing to link me to any wrong doing. Not this time. I've been way too careful.

Before long, the smell of frying bacon filled the house. The officer returned and stood stiffly by the counter, looking out of the window at his colleagues, occasionally putting a hand to his earpiece. Had they found something? Adam couldn't stop himself wondering. He consoled himself with the fact they couldn't have. The only things in there were his tools and the safe box he kept his cash in.

He'd just sat down with his sandwich when the other 2 cops re-entered the house. Sure enough, one was carrying his lock box. Adam felt anger take hold in spite of himself.

"That has nothing to do with Danielle or any of the case," he snapped. "I keep my money in it I make from my work."

Once again, he thanked any God up there that he'd emptied it the night before. The cash was now in his bank account, and the joint of weed which had been in there had already been smoked.

"We need you to open it please Sir," the officer said and produced another warrant saying they could ask him to open any lock they required while in the course of their search. Adam rolled his eyes and sighed. The last thing he needed was to be arrested today, not when he had work soon.

He pulled out his keys and unlocked the box. It was empty, just as he knew it would be. The officers looked at it carefully, then nodded. "Ok Sir, thank you."

Adam relocked it again. "Are you done? I have to get to work."

"For now yes," one of the officers said, looking sternly at Adam. "But we are taking your laptop, iPad and phone to be examined. We will return if we need to speak to you again."

"How long will you be?" Adam demanded. "I need my phone for work."

"Hopefully not long. If you have nothing to hide however, then you have no need to worry do you?"

When they'd left, Adam sighed. "Fuck," he said under his breath. Thank God he'd thought about his plan carefully this time and not done something stupid which would incriminate him. The pigs would find nothing on his phone or his iPad, and his laptop would also be clear as far as what they were looking for was concerned. Now if they wanted porn…

He walked out to his van half an hour later and set off towards his next client's house. The pigs were smart, he had to give them that, and fast. They clearly suspected him, but hadn't it occurred to them that the 2 bitches might just have had a fallout and that was what this was? The letter hadn't even mentioned his damn name.