Adam knew Leach was once again mocking him. Join forces with Michael Myers? When the killer was protecting Adam's own target? The idea was indeed almost laughable. "Not fucking likely," Adam gritted his teeth.

"Well it's not like we can just send one of ours in to kill him for you," Leach said. "Security is way too high. Especially given your uh… previous stunt with the dwarf. They'll be on high alert now, I'm telling you. Anything which looks remotely like you're doing, they'll stop before a person or package gets anywhere near the hospital, never mind your target!"

Adam knew the crime lord was very probably right, but that didn't mean he had to like it or give in. He lowered his voice, even though they were the only ones there. "Can't you send in your man who gave our man the iPod? I obviously don't know who he is, but if our inside man trusts him, then he won't suspect we're suspicious of him will he?"

"Interesting play on words," Leach said with a chuckle. "Hmm. Maybe I could, but why? What are you hoping to achieve? He can check the device itself is working, but he won't be able to get anywhere near to the target's cell. You should know that, if you're not a complete idiot like I suspect you are!"

"Yes I know that Sir," Adam said quickly. "Then do you know any other way I can find out if her cell has indeed been modified in some way to stop the equipment working?"

Leach shook his head. "Nope, too dangerous. I don't even think it's a good idea to send the target one of our tiny cameras concealed in a packet of sweets or something. One, she won't know who it's from so probably won't open it if she's not stupid and 2, the guards might check it before it even gets to her. Like I said, any person or package near your target will be intercepted. Plus, do you really want to take even more risks if your letter plan has just failed? If our masked killer friend is indeed protecting her? I'd say give up now while you're still alive."

Adam realised the crime boss had just quoted his father word for word. Give up now while you're still alive. Were they right? But…" "God damn it!" Adam tried not to shout. "You sound like my father, Mr. Leach Sir. I visited him in prison just today, well yesterday now and he said the very same thing. Give up now while you're still alive. He thinks it's too dangerous too! But damn it the bitch is mine! If I just give up, she'll think she's got away from me and I'm determined not to let that happen, Sir!"

Leach sighed. The man really was a stupid, arrogant prick. "You might not have any choice," he said evenly. "Sometimes you just have to let the fish off your line, Adam. Some of them are too heavy and dangerous to hook and reel in. I'd say she's one of them. Your bait has just failed to work and she is too heavily protected by guards and now a masked killer. I think your best bet is to just give up now, as your father and I have said, while you're still alive."

Adam gritted his teeth again, so hard he tasted blood from his bottom lip. "Can't you send your man in?" He asked. "I'll pay whatever you ask for it Mr. Leach. But I have to know one way or the other if the iPod is working. Ok he won't be able to test her cell, but at least I'll know if the iPod itself is working?"

"That's as maybe, but how will it help you? It still won't solve your problem, Adam."

"No, but at least then I'll know for certain it must be the cell and not our inside man bullshitting or lying to us."

"Why does it matter so much to you if he even is lying, Adam? He won't be leaving Smith's Grove, until the time comes for him to go to old sparky once the Lawyers have stopped trying to appeal it."

"That's definitely on the cards then?" Adam asked. Leach shrugged. "Looks pretty likely, which is why I ask you why waste your money on finding out purely if the iPod works? Are you wanting it for a Christmas present to someone afterwards? Leach smirked to himself.

Adam wished the man would stop mocking him, but he couldn't deny there was also truth in what he said. "Please," he said eventually. "Please Sir, just humour me?"

Leach hesitated, then shrugged. "Hmm whatever. It's your cash and if you keep going down this path," he stood up and stretched. "It'll also very probably be your funeral."

"Can't I use my other target?" Adam asked Leach as the crime Lord turned towards the door. "Like I did with the letter? Send the blind bitch a package of sweets with a hidden and tiny camera and maybe even one of your hard candy bugs in and say it's from the sighted target? She won't think twice about opening it then! She loves that bitch! I'll be able to see for myself then, or rather you or one of your men will Sir and can tell me whether her cell has indeed been modified and if so how. Maybe then we can come up with a way to get past whatever they've done to it. Stronger microphones or something. Our inside man told me the blind target phoned the sighted one in floods of tears about the letter. So if nothing else this will distress the sighted target all over again. She's mine too you know, I also intend to show her whose boss, Mr. Leach."

Leach turned, walked back to the table and slowly sat down again. "I suppose we could," he said slowly and Adam's heart leapt. "But it'll cost you a shit load for a hard candy bug to be posted. Someone will have to activate it once your target opens the package it's in."

Adam thought of another question and almost laughed as he asked it. "How will we stop her eating it?"

Leach smirked, acknowledging the question. "Hmm. Good question if I do say so myself, Adam. We could always attach it to the tiny camera, so she thinks it's just part of it. The wrapper is actually a wind shield on the tiny microphones, so it works wrapped or unwrapped. We could even put it in the little secret compartment on the back of the camera, so she won't even," he laughed. "See it. Pun intended. All being well, nobody will. But it'll cost you a very heavy price, Adam. Those bugs are very expensive and also require one of us to manually activate them."

Adam knew what Leach was, but at the same time wasn't saying. It won't be you, you're not in our organisation so you won't have that power. Adam knew better than to mention this though. "How much?" He asked instead. "I'll pay whatever you ask Sir."

Leach told him it would cost him one thousand dollars to get the bug in and Adam nodded immediately. "Plus another 500 for the second visit to our inside man," Leach added. Adam nodded again. "Yes Sir, of course." Just one final question Sir," Adam said as Leach stood for the second time. "I'd heard through the grape vine that the dwarf was on tag. What happened to the tag? Otherwise the police would've identified him immediately. I saw on the news they were asking for an ID."

Leach nodded. "Ah, yes. That slight little… Problem. We cut it off and threw it in a river. They'll never track or find it again."

Adam laughed. "Brilliant, Sir."

"Why I thank you, Adam. But now if you'll excuse me, I'll wish you good night."

When Leach left the café, Adam remained in his seat, thinking over everything he and the crime boss had just discussed. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get to Danielle this time. Michael Myers or no Michael Myers. The killer would have to reach him first before he could kill him and there was no way that would happen. Finally! Adam thought as he finally stood up to drive home. Too bad bitch, I've got you this time and you quite literally, won't even see it coming!

…

Derek Julian Chancer, DOB 03/18/1970, is one of if not the most feared killer in the United States. Well, apart from perhaps killers like Michael Myers. But as Myers is now locked in a Psychiatric hospital for life, Chancer occupies that spot on the list. His crimes are almost legendary. He killed no fewer than 42 women before his capture, gloating at and tormenting the police. His methods were so Settle, no women thought twice. He'd take them out for wine and a meal in a restaurant near his house, discretely drugging the wine with a slow acting sleeping pill, before taking them back to his house. Chancer, being a good looking man (see photograph above) the women never hesitated. He would then lure them down to his basement, on the pretence he had something to show them. Perhaps in a sick, ironic way he did. Once in his basement, Mr. Chancer would tell them to lie down on what he called his "operating table." Which is indeed exactly what it was. However this particular table was covered in straps and manacles. By now of course, the sleeping pill he'd given them would be kicking in and they'd be too groggy to resist. Mr. Chancer would then tie them up, remove their clothing, rape them then kill them in a wide variety of very violent and bloody ways.

This much is only known from one terrified witness who managed to survive Mr. Chancer's Psychopathic plan. She told the police the very same story, so it is widely believed every woman he killed went the same way.

The details of his killings are considered too gruesome to be shared on this page. But suffice to say they consisted of torture most of us would never even think of let alone carry out. Mr. Chancer is now locked in Smith's Grove Psychiatric hospital, the same one ironically as Michael Myers. But while Myers will be there for life, it is very likely Derek Chancer will face old sparky, (the electric chair) once his Lawyers have exhausted all appeals. When Dr Loomis, one of the head Psychiatrists at Smith's Grove was asked why Chancer was facing electrocution and Myers was not, Dr Loomis replied, "Michael Myers kills, full stop. Thereby giving us reason to believe insanity. He doesn't care who he kills, why, or when. Mr. Chancer on the other hand deliberately and calculatingly targets women, planning each kill meticulously before executing it. I therefore cannot pronounce this man insane." Although of course nothing has been revealed to the press about what Chancer might've said if anything in his therapy at the hospital, we can reveal evidence from his trial. Derek Chancer had a troubled childhood. His father left him at a very young age, 3, running off with another woman. Mr. Chancer therefore blames this unknown female for his father's leaving and has since made it his mission to target, rape and kill women in punishment, believing they are all to blame for this. He said in his trial it was to, "stop other men from falling under their spells." Whether he is talking about some form of witch craft which he believes this woman used is unknown. But his mother was heartbroken and Mr. Chancer appears to have chosen to kill women as his way to settle the score.

His Lawyers are using this evidence to keep him out of old sparky. Arguing he was hurt at a very young age and it had messed up his mind. Whether it will succeed remains to be seen. But either way he'll remain locked up for life if it does. Doctors at Smith's Grove have of course declined to comment further as he is currently still undergoing treatment.

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Adam looked up from the page he'd found on Google, having typed in the woman killer's name. Hmm. So that was interesting, a troubled childhood was why he killed women. To blame them for his father leaving him and his mother. Adam felt no sympathy for the women he killed as he himself hated them, but for his own reasons. His mother had probably deserved it, though of course he'd never dare say that to Chancer. Not if he wanted to live anyway. So chancer was almost certainly going to the chair then. Adam didn't care either way, as long as he got his answers. Sure, he respected the woman killer, but he couldn't do anything to stop the execution so why worry about it? Adam just didn't like being lied to by anyone. He was starting to distrust Chancer and right now, while he was still alive, the killer was getting a lot of his money. Probably in to a secret bank account Leach would give him when, if, he ever got out of there. Or perhaps the crime Lord was keeping it for himself? Adam didn't know. But his earlier offer to give Chancer money if and when he got out would be completely forgotten if it did turn out the man was lying to him, the reason be damned.

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BANG! BANG!

Mark Sarcozi woke with a start. What the fuck was that? He glanced at his watch. It was 06:00.

BANG! BANG!

There it was again. Someone was trying to break his door down. Or at least, that's what it sounded like. With a growl of annoyance, Sarcozi dragged himself out of bed and pulled on his jeans over his boxer shorts and t-shirt. He then walked to the door before the person could hammer on it again.

"Hey tube!" Said a cheerful voice Sarcozi didn't recognise, still half asleep. "Need to talk. It's Spliff!"

Mark inwardly groaned. So it was one of Chris Leach's men. He'd sincerely hoped he'd never see them again after he'd delivered the iPod in to Smith's Grove. He sighed. "What is it?"

All of Leach's men had aliases, even him. Though his had been given to him very reluctantly on his part. It was the first thing Leach had told him when he'd unwillingly let them recruit him. Mark had just come out of prison for small time drug stuff, but what Leach was offering he couldn't turn down. He'd just have to be very careful and cover his tracks better in future. Maybe with Leach around he'd be able to do just that. He'd heard a lot of Aliases since he'd joined. The man at his door now was "Spliff" but he'd also met "hammer," "joint" and unbelievably, "cornflake."

Now the man called Spliff entered his house. Mark didn't even know his real name and suspected "Spliff" didn't know his either. That was fine with Mark. "What is it?" Mark asked, closing his door.

"Now tube." Spliff said, sounding almost disappointed. "That's no way to treat an old friend. Can't we start off with a nice hot drink?" Mark sighed. This might be his house, but Spliff was already dictating the terms of this meeting. Mark didn't like that fact at all. But it was just a drink, he could cope with that demand. Spliff followed him in to the kitchen and on his request Mark made him a strong black coffee, and a sweet tea for himself.