Authors notes: A million Thank you's to Soph, daf9, Willows and most especially, Kierra, who gave me the name for this chapter. I only hope I can live up to your expectations.



Back in his room, Bobby set the laptop on his bed, and his leather casebook next to it. Wiggling the knot of his tie, he loosened it, looping it off over his head. His jacket was next, flying a few feet in the air before it landed on the chair by the window. Unbuttoning his shirt, first the cuffs then the front, his finger worked the buttons on autopilot, his eyes stared at nothing, his mind on the case. He walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as he went back in the other room. He picked his suitcase up off the floor, plopping it on the bed. Pulling out his toiletries and carrying them back to the bathroom, he reached a hand in past the shower curtain, into the stream of water. It was hot enough.

After a long hot shower, Bobby plugged in the laptop, signed on to the Internet and typed in the address of the fan group Jamie Kirkland had belonged to. By midnight he had read every message posted, paying particular attention to those Jamie had posted, trying to determine why the killer had singled her out. A few things stood out to him. Jamie had mentioned more than once that she lived alone, and gave a few telltale signs that she was lonely. He also noticed for the first three months of her membership, she posted daily, sometimes two or three times a day. But three months ago those posts dropped off to once or twice a week. Bobby reached over and grabbed his casebook, unzipped it and rifled through the pile of papers he'd accumulated through this case. He found the print outs of the private emails between Jamie and the person who said he was Mark Price. Comparing the dates, Bobby realized Jamie's posts to the group dropped off about the same time as Mark first emails to her. The more Jamie talked to what she thought was the "real thing" the less she needed to share with the group.

After reading all the messages, Bobby felt confident enough he could join and be able to post as a "fangirl" as they called themselves. Now, for a screen name.he thought to himself, what would get the killers attention? He did a search, looking up Mark Prices movies, a list popped up on the screen in front of him. He scrolled down, until one caught his eye "Hells Survivor" the same as the screen name the killer had been using. Bobby read about the movie, an international spy kind of story, and came up with the screen name he would use. Returning to the fan page, Bobby joined the group as FeistyCheerleader, a play on the name of the female lead of "Hells Survivor" As his first post, he wrote:

HI! I'm so glad to have found this group! I love Mark Price; I think he is the greatest actor in the WORLD. I'm so looking forward to discussing his movies with other girls who love him as much as I do. See ya later - FeistyCheerleader

He read over what he'd written and shrugged his shoulders. It sounded like a young woman to him, but only time would tell if the killer would take the bait.

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Cheryl lay limp in his arms. Her left arm hung out at her side and bobbed up and down with each step he took. He tossed her in and shut the trunk door down hard. Stepping back, he put his hands on his hips and stared up at the house. He'd gotten lucky with this house, it had been built especially for privacy, and he'd been able to stay here, bring both Jamie and Cheryl here, with no one being the wiser. He had one more week before the owners came back from their month long vacation. Just enough time for one more.

He clapped his hands together in anticipation, and went back into the house with a spring in his step. Heading upstairs, taking the steps two at a time, he went into the home office and sat down at the computer. Signing on to the Internet, he clicked on his email, intending to invite his next fangirl out to California, when one of the waiting messages caught his eye. "FeistyCheerleader, huh?" He chuckled to himself as he read the message. He raised his eyebrows, she seemed to have possibilities. Putting that to the back of his mind, he clicked on the New Outgoing Mail button and began to type.