There was a brief silence, which was broken for the second time that night by applause. Rick, Joanne, Dr Stark and Dr Loomis were all applauding her. "Bravo!" Joanne said. "Good shot!"

"Told you that you were a good shot didn't I?" It was Jack's voice. He'd come over to them from behind the desk. He'd strolled over casually, in no particular rush.

"He was the mole, Jack," Danielle said, her voice shaking with furious and bitter tears which she couldn't hold back. Joanne squeezed her tighter. "Mr. Chancer. He had some kind of iPod," as she spoke, Dr Loomis held the device up. "Which he was using to listen to me and text whoever Adam's hired to give him the equipment. He's been watching, listening to and reporting on me for fucking months!" The tears were coming in earnest now. Danielle was furious and for the first time in her life, understood the need to kill someone, that desperate desire for revenge.

"You motherfucker," Jack snarled at Chancer, the anger in his voice so menacing Danielle almost took a step backwards even though it was on her behalf. "You God Dam motherfucker!"

Slowly, Danielle pulled away from Joanne and crossed to Jack's side. He took her hand and squeezed it and Joanne was sure understanding shot between them. Carefully and respectfully, Danielle reached for the pocket of his vest she'd seen long ago when wearing it herself. She remember Jack's words that day. "Ok you can have my car, money, my house, whatever you want!" But this time, it was for real. She pulled out Jack's gun, then a bullet from the box and loaded it just as he'd shown her. None of the guards made any move to stop her. Still holding Jack's arm, he guided her back towards the trapped Derek Chancer.

"Fuck you blind cunt," Chancer snarled, still amazingly managing to spit insults. But she reminded herself insults were all he had now. If he didn't die tonight, he was going to the chair. He was finished. "You won't shoot that thing; you can't see your target. You'll miss!" Danielle felt a huge rush of affection once more for Jack, as the guard put an arm around her shoulders and used it to support her arm, so the gun was steady and pointing straight at Derek's head. She again flashed back to his words. "We tend not to aim for the head." Well it seemed that had changed. They may be rubber bullets, but they could still be lethal if the head was their target. Chancer grew deathly still, his face turning marble white. Fuck. If she had a guard helping her then…

"Don't," Danielle said very quietly. "Under estimate me, Mr. Chancer. I'm warning you, keep talking or I'll shoot." She thought of the acoustic shooting she'd done and was very experienced in and how she'd told Jack about it way back, and smiled in satisfaction. Yep, she could nail this bastard easily if she had to, tone or no tone in her headphones.

"Bullshit!" Chancer sneered.

"If I were you Mr. Chancer, Dr Loomis said mildly. "I'd do as the lady says. I certainly would if I had a gun pointing at my head, which is the situation you currently find yourself in."

Derek's belief that Hayward wouldn't shoot remained strong, but the fact Michael Myers still had him by the skull didn't mean his situation was any better. When Myers tightened his grip yet further, Derek's fear returned in full measure. Hayward may not actually shoot if it came to it, but Michael Myers wouldn't hesitate to kill him. "What do you want to know?" He asked.

"You have the floor Danielle," Dr Loomis said. Ask away. You deserve this chance."

"When did Adam hire you?"

Chancer thought back fast. "About a month ago give or take," he said. "6 weeks?"

"What was your brief?"

"T… To listen to you and tell him what you said, to watch you and tell him what you were doing, who you were talking to and so on. When you'd be released so he could get you back under his c… control."

"Ha!" Danielle snorted derisively, disgust in her voice now. "So what have you told him?"

Chancer hesitated and Danielle's gun hand tightened, Jack's equally as steady supporting it. Myers moved Derek's head a second time as if to hit it against the metal again.

"Ok!" Derek was horrified to hear himself begging. Which he was, for his very life. For a few more weeks at least before old sparky had him. "Ok! Please! Not much, there wasn't much I could tell him! Just you and Michael Myers were getting close and he should be careful. That you were scared of him and were taking measures to escape."

"My telephone number? That was you wasn't it?"

"Adam asked me to get it at any cost. So yes, I bribed John Baker to get it from Dr Stark's secure cabinet. I passed it back to Adam."

Danielle actually laughed. "I'd have thought you'd have learnt from what happened to Mr. Baker, Mr. Chancer. He didn't live to tell about that mistake did he? What else?"

"I… I told him you'd had panic attacks and he told me about the letter! He wanted me to see it but I said it wouldn't be safe," Dr Stark looked disgusted. "But he read it to me via the iPod, it can call between me and the people Adam hired."

"Who are they?"

"C… Chris Leach's organisation."

Joanne gasped. Adam Dawson had clearly spared no expense. Chris Leach was a well-known and feared crime Lord and hiring his men would not be cheap. Joanne was no criminal, but she'd guarded enough of them to know that much. "Mr. Leach himself is involved.

"Give us the password," Rick commanded, having taken the iPod from Dr Loomis. "Now!"

"I… I don't remember it," Chancer began, but when Danielle's finger kissed the trigger he backtracked as fast as he could. "Ok! It's Rich Chales. It's an anagram of Chris Leach's name!"

Rick entered the password and opened the fake work out app. "But don't enter it wrong 3 times or it'll kill you!"

"Ingenious I do have to say so," Dr Loomis said quietly. Dr Stark nodded, both doctors looked furious. How much had this cost Dawson to use? Shit. He was seriously after Danielle.

"How will it kill us?" Dr Loomis demanded.

"I… I don't know, I wasn't told."

"I'd take that part seriously if I were you," Rick warned. "I've heard of Chris Leach. The motherfucker's a damn good programmer, he can do almost anything."

"Everyone's heard of Chris Leach," Joanne said with a grimace. He's only the most feared crime Lord in the states."

Dr Loomis nodded to his guards. "Yes and yes, those facts are what worries me."

"That review button allows me to text them and the rate button will call them." Derek was speaking fast now, desperate to save his own life even if it was only temporary. Michael Myers killing him or the electric chair? There was no choice as far as he was concerned. Not to mention there was still hope his Lawyers would save his ass.

"How much were you offered to do this?" Danielle asked.

"I wasn't given an exact amount, but I was paid by the hour while I was listening to you. But I never knew what my final amount could be. Mr. Dawson wanted to give me some of his money purely because I kill women."

"Of course he fucking did," Danielle snarled bitterly. "He'd love more women to die. Misogynistic fucker! I can't believe I let him do everything he has to me! But God help me he won't harm another woman in his life! I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that! Just as you won't kill anymore, Mr. Chancer."

Rick raised the iPod so the others could see it and started writing a text in the fake app. He read it out as he did so for Danielle.

"It's over, Adam Dawson. Your inside man has been caught and is on his way to Death-Row tomorrow. We know what you've done, all of it. All your plans, tricks and evil intentions. Mr. Chancer squealed to save his own life from being terminated by Danielle's boyfriend Mr. Michael Myers. Wise decision by him I must say. You will never get to Danielle; he and we will make absolutely sure of this. Leave her alone Dawson while you're still alive. You will not get another warning. Dr Samuel Loomis."

"Perfect," Dr Loomis said and Rick hit send.

"You're together now?" Jack whispered to Danielle who nodded, smiling at him. "Yay," Jack said. "I'm really pleased for you. Now, are we shooting him or not?"

Danielle grinned at him. Damn she loved him. Him, Joanne, Rick. She adored those 3 and would tell them as soon as she could. She'd do anything for every one of them. "Hmm," she pretended to consider. "Nah, let's let old sparky do his damage. But first…" She stepped towards Chancer still supported by Jack. Reaching out, she grabbed both of his ears. Jack lowered the gun so she had both hands free and Danielle pulled his ears as hard as she could. Derek couldn't move his head because Michael was still holding it in place.

"FUCK! GET OFF MY EARS, CUNT!" Chancer screamed in pain. Danielle only pulled his ears harder. "Shame," she commented over his vile shouts, as if she couldn't hear them. "You've got nice ears Mr. Chancer. Shame you're such an evil prick!"

Chancer remembered his words to Adam. "Stupid bitch, she loves ears. What the fuck? She'd be dead before she got anywhere near my fucking ears!" Turned out, he was wrong. Danielle twisted his ears like a dial on a miss behaving oven. Chancer knew they would seriously bruise tomorrow. He could take his bruised ears with him to the chair. Eventually, Danielle released him. Chancer was gasping for breath, his ears red hot agony and the pain also shooting through his head. He wanted to insult Danielle, call her a bitch even, but he couldn't. All his energy and fight were gone. Derek Chancer knew he was a beaten man.

"Michael," Danielle said softly a few seconds later. "Don't kill him, please? Let old sparky have him. He deserves to wait, suffer then fry. All the women he's raped and killed deserve justice!"

"Well said!" Dr Stark and Joanne said together. Slowly, Myers released Chancer, who slumped to the ground. Rick and Jack joined up outside his cell door, which they opened and handcuffed him.

"Take him down to solitary," Dr Loomis instructed them. "The secure Death-Row van will be here in the morning."

"You have to give them a reason quack," Chancer snarled, his last defence and hope. "They can't just take me!"

"On the contrary," Dr Loomis said amiably, as if they were chatting in a pub. "I don't, Mr. Chancer. I am the doctor here. I just tell them that your treatment is now over and has failed. It'll be no surprise to most I think you'll find. The world has been waiting for you to go to the chair since you were caught."

They were just about to lead Chancer out, when the iPod vibrated with a message. Rick read it out.

"I don't believe you. This is retaliation for the iPod thing. Don't lie to me, Mr. Chancer."

"What is he talking about?" Dr Loomis asked.

"They programmed the iPod to buzz and the picture to go faint," Derek Chancer said, his voice quiet now, his ears on fire and knowing he was a beaten man just as Dawson was, whether the misogynist chose to believe and except it or not. "Then someone came in to "fix" it, but it turned out Dawson was tricking me. This person listened with the iPod and then confirmed to Dawson via one of Leach's men it was working. Next moment the buzzing and so on was gone. Adam thinks I'm angry because of that so am retaliating."

"Don't do anything Rick," Dr Loomis said to his guard. "The longer Adam believes this, the better for us. Mr. Chancer's death sentence will be all over the news tomorrow anyway."

"Agreed," Danielle said. "He'll make mistakes because he's desperate like I said before."

…

Adam was just considering whether to order a whore for tonight when the first text came through. He read it and felt an emotion ramp up inside him he didn't like at all. Fear.

They're a couple now, they just kissed outside my door. I'm done. I'm not listening to her any further. I don't want her boyfriend to kill me. Sorry.

Shit, shit! As much as he hated to admit it, Adam couldn't blame Derek Chancer for wanting to back out if that was indeed true. But then he remembered the iPod incident and wondered if this was a lie. All the same, if it wasn't… His father's words in prison flashed through his mind. "Give up now while you're still alive. Danielle? Nope, too hot. Leave well alone."

FUCK!" Adam almost howled. He didn't want to admit defeat, he couldn't. But… But… "FUCK!"

No, he decided. The motherfucker was lying to him and by God he would do the job! He'd paid enough for it. The son of a bitch wasn't backing out now. He remembered laughing at the thought of Myers letting Danielle touch his ears. Suddenly, it didn't seem so funny or absurd anymore. So when the second text came through a few minutes later, Adam desperately hoped it was indeed a lie, not in fact the last nail in his coffin.

It's over, Adam Dawson. Your inside man has been caught and is on his way to Death-Row tomorrow. We know what you've done, all of it. All your plans, tricks and evil intentions. Mr. Chancer squealed to save his own life from being terminated by Danielle's boyfriend, Mr. Michael Myers. Wise decision by him I must say. You will never get to Danielle; he and we will make absolutely sure of this. Leave her alone Dawson while you're still alive. You will not get another warning. Dr Samuel Loomis.

Would Derek Chancer really say that Danielle and Myers were a couple if they weren't? Not to mention write as Dr Loomis? Why? To make him uneasy deliberately? God Adam hoped that was indeed the case. Because if it wasn't, he was in dead trouble. Literally. He called Leach's organisation, his hands trying not to shake as he dialled. "Do you think it's true?" He demanded of the man who answered.

"Check your news app tomorrow Dawson," the guy said. "If he's really going to the chair now, it'll be all over it given his crimes." He hung up. Adam considered this. What if Chancer had named Leach and his organisation? Well that wasn't his fucking problem. Chris Leach was big enough and ugly enough to look after himself. He didn't fear anyone.

Ha, really? Adam thought sceptically as he climbed in to his bed, sex completely off the gender and his mind now. Even Michael Myers? I hope not for your sake Leach, because if Chancer's named you, persuade Michael Myers not to kill you? Good luck! Because you might have to do just that.

…

DEREK CHANCER's OUT OF CHANCES! OR IS THERE ONE LAST CHANCE?

Derek Chancer, the 28 year old woman rapist and killer who has no fewer than 42 murders and rapes against his name, has finally been sentenced to death. Chancer, who was undergoing treatment at Smith's Grove Psychiatric hospital, has just been transferred to Death-Row this morning. Doctors at Smith's Grove have declined to comment when we tried to contact them this morning. This decision will come as no surprise to most of the world, it was one the families and friends of many of his victims had been hoping for, for a long time.

"I don't see how Dr Loomis and the rest could've thought they could treat him," said Sarah Goodall, the mother of Andrea Goodall, one of Chancer's first victims. "Men like him don't change. They just keep killing. Derek Chancer is pure evil."

Mrs. Goodall's statement is only one of many. There has been public joy at this announcement and no one has tried to pretend otherwise. Mr. Chancer's Lawyers are still appealing, but this decision from trained Psychiatric doctors is probably the very last nail in his coffin. Last chance exhausted, as it were.