Cauchemar Part 9: Prime Target
By koaladeb
Disclaimer information in part 1
Calleigh's dreams that night were strange, mixing memories and nightmares until she woke in a cold sweat somewhere around two in the morning. She tried to go back to sleep, but the images she had seen haunted her, robbing her of any peace. There were memories of her childhood in Louisiana, and at first they had been pleasant, beautiful even. She remembered wandering through swamps, searching for hidden treasure with friends, laughing.but in her dream the laughing became evil, sinister and suddenly she was in pain. She couldn't breathe. Everything was dark around her and all she could hear was that laughing. She spent the next few hours tossing and turning, unable to settle back down. She finally admitted defeat and hauled herself out of bed at four the next morning and got ready for a run. The fear that she had experienced so acutely during the night had not left her, though, so she packed up a change of clothes and drove to a track near CSI in order to run instead of staying in the neighborhood. The steady exertion would help clear her mind and heart of the shadows from last night. She would shower and change in the locker room before work.
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Horatio came into work at six the next morning with two cups of coffee, planning on leaving one for Calleigh as a peace offering to find when she got in. He was surprised to see her car in the parking lot, and when he found her, she was already hard at work, hair still damp from the shower. She looked worse than when he had sent her home last night. He walked up next to her, the aroma of the coffee getting her attention before he had made it to her side.
Calleigh looked up when she smelled the coffee and smiled at the man carrying it. "That's it.you are definitely the favorite person of the day." She took the proffered cup and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and savoring the heady aroma that filled her senses. Hearing Horatio chuckle, she narrowly opened one eye and looked at him. Seeing that he was fighting to restrain a deeper laugh, she opened her other eye, straightened up and tried to glare at him. "What do you find so funny? Can't a girl enjoy a cup of coffee around here?"
With that, Horatio let loose. She was just too funny, carrying on about the coffee like it was some kind of miracle. He shook his head quickly, controlling his laugh. "I meant to offense. Just glad to see that you approve of my selection."
Calleigh relaxed her offended posture and let him off the hook. She had just been playing anyway. "Who could complain about chocolate raspberry? You remembered the sugar, right?"
Horatio just smiled, glad to have done something right for her for once. "Of course. You look like you could really use the caffeine boost." He decided not to comment further on her haggard appearance, not wanting to reinitiate their argument from the night before.
Calleigh tensed up, then relaxed as she saw that Horatio was going to let her fatigue pass without comment. She just shrugged and sipped her coffee. "Wanted to get an early start. Something you said last night has been bugging me and I want to so some checking."
Horatio was instantly intrigued. "What? I seem to recall saying an awful lot, but nothing specifically about the case. What are you looking for?"
Calleigh hesitated. She didn't want to get his hopes up only to have this turn into another dead end, but he needed to know what was going on. "It's what you said about penance. There's something that is playing at the back of my mind that I can't quite put my finger on. It's probably nothing, but I want to give it a shot."
Horatio nodded. He didn't understand what his comments on their friendship had to do with the case, but he trusted Calleigh's instincts. If there was something there, she would find it. "Ok. Let me know if you come up with anything."
"Will do," Calleigh replied. She turned back to her computer and Horatio walked out of the lab. "Now where was I?" Calleigh said to herself. She entered a few more words into her internet search and waited for results to pop up. Asphyxiation, bruising around the mouth, bit, penance. Her thoughts wandered back to her nightmare from last night. Suddenly, she sat straight up, every last bit of fatigue forgotten as a wave of awareness crashed over her, followed immediately by one of fear. She had it. She knew what he was doing, who he was targeting, but not who he was, and why. All the random details clicked into place as she redirected her search. Quickly navigating internet sites, she found an article that she would need and printed out several copies, summarizing its contents in her head as she raced up the stairs to Horatio's office. They needed to get the team here as soon as possible. She had the key. This was a whole new ballgame.
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Horatio looked up, concerned, as Calleigh flew into his office. She was agitated, excited, and.scared? He definitely saw fear in her before she collected herself and began to talk, too quickly to be understood. He picked up a smattering of words, "Found it.key.bridle." Horatio put up his hand in a signal for "stop" and interrupted her flow of words. "Calleigh, slow down! I can't understand what you're saying!"
Calleigh took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly. She could see confusion written clearly on Horatio's features. She was about to begin again when the phone rang. She nodded at Horatio, letting him know that he should pick it up, allowing her more time to collect her thoughts. She didn't listen to his conversation, letting her mind wander back to process her epiphany. She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize Horatio had hung up the phone until he came around the desk and stood in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her into a chair. She didn't sit still for long, jumping up and pacing the length of his office before standing in front of him and meeting his eyes.
What he saw there alarmed him. Her eyes contained a clarity and a certainty that she understood exactly what was going on and whatever it was, the revelation rocked her to the core. She began speaking, then stopped. "I know what he's doing-I know what it all means."
Horatio put his hands back on her shoulders, not sure if he wanted to support her or shake her. "And.?" he prompted. "What is it?"
Calleigh met his eyes and saw the deep concern in them. She took another breath, calming herself down before she really scared him. She tried to figure out a good way to say what she needed to, and fumbled for words. "I was thinking about what Alexx said about the bit being there to mark the girl somehow and what you said about penance and." she was interrupted by Speed coming through the door.
Horatio glared at the intruder with an intensity that forced Speed back a few steps and killed the greeting that was about to pass his lips. He looked back and forth between an angry Horatio and an obviously upset Calleigh and immediately backed up further towards the door. "Sorry," he mumbled, "didn't mean to interrupt."
He was almost out the door when Calleigh called him back. "Wait! Speed, get back in here!" She backed away from Horatio, pushing aside his hand when he tried to pull her back towards him. She shook off his concern, letting him know with a glance that she was ok. She looked between Horatio and Speed before continuing. "I might as well fill in everyone at the same time. Can you go get the others and have them meet us in the lab where we have everything set up?"
Speed looked from Calleigh to Horatio, who nodded his agreement. "Sure," he answered, looking back at Calleigh. "Eric walked in the same time as I did and Alexx was only a few feet behind. I'll gather the troops and kick everyone else out. Give me about five minutes." He took in Calleigh's nod of thanks and gave her one in return before leaving the office. On his way down the stairs he shook his head. Horatio just about killed him with that glare. That was the last time he ever went into his office without knocking.
When the door closed, Horatio looked back at Calleigh. "You sure you wouldn't rather just tell me?" he asked, wanting to make it easy on her if telling everyone at once would be too hard.
Calleigh looked over at him, smiling when she realized he was trying to protect her. "I've got nothing to fear from y'all." She said, gathering her bravado. "Come on, we don't want to be late."
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When they walked into the lab, everyone was waiting. Horatio grabbed a seat closest to Calleigh, who stood in front of the boards, ready to explain her revelation. He wanted her to feel in control of the briefing, but be close enough to offer support, because he had a feeling that she would need it by the time she was finished.
Calleigh cleared her throat and began. "I asked y'all to come because I think I've figured out the key to these killings and why we're having such a hard time finding evidence to link the victims to the killer. We've approached the case thinking that the killer is from Miami, living and working here, planning his murders here, getting all his supplies ready here. But the killer isn't from Miami. He's from Louisiana. And I think it has something to do with me." Calleigh looked around at the confused looks that appeared on her friend's faces before glancing at Horatio. He looked deadly serious. He had been concerned that she fit the victim profile, it wasn't too big a stretch to allow that she was the intended target. She gathered her courage and kept going. "I know it sounds crazy, but bear with me. We haven't been able to figure out why the victims were pressed to death and then cleaned, like their deaths were some kind of purification. And the marks around the latest victim's mouth-Alexx said it was as though someone had shoved a bit into it. That's exactly what happened." Calleigh passed around the article she had printed from the internet. "When I was a little girl in Louisiana, I had this nightmare one night and when I woke up, I was having trouble breathing, like someone had been kneeling on my chest or something. I told my grandma about it, and she told me that I had been visited by a Cauchemar."
"A what?" Eric asked. "Couch Marshmallow?"
Eric's attempt to lighten the mood earned him a weak smile. "A Cauchemar. A spirit, presence, ghost, sometimes, thought to be a witch. A Cauchemar visits a person in their sleep and sits on them, restricting their breathing and rendering the person unable to cry out for help. It's thought that if you don't wake up from the attack, you could die. Superstition dictates that a Cauchemar visit might be a punishment or a warning against wrongdoing."
"So what does this have to do with the marks around the mouth?" Alexx asked.
"The Cauchemar superstition is related to the concept of witch-riding. Have any of you heard about that?" She saw Horatio nodding his head. "In witch-riding, a witch uses her victim like a horse, riding him or her around in the night when they are asleep. The signs of that attack are pain in the mouth and spit lines down the face from the bridle."
"How is it that you know about this and we've never hear of it before?" Horatio asked quietly.
"It's not talked about very openly. It's thought that if you talk about Cauchemar, you encourage your own visit from them. Besides, it's kind of an old superstition. It wasn't even that well-known in Darnell, but my Grandma was from Lafayette, where it's bigger. Kind of like a localized Louisiana boogeyman"
Horatio nodded. "Your hypothesis explains some of the details behind the killing ritual, but I don't see what this has to do with you specifically."
Calleigh frowned. "I know it seems like a stretch, but it has to do with some of the other details. Eric, do you have that powder sample handy?" He tossed a small bottle to Calleigh and she took a whiff, finally able to place the smell. "The reason you couldn't find the manufacturer is because it's homemade in West Cornell County, Louisiana. My mom used to buy bottles of this stuff for me when I was a little girl at the county fair. The scent is Louisiana blue iris. Iris Giganticaerula, I think is its technical name. I can probably find a spare bottle of it at my apartment somewhere for you to run a comparison."
"You could be wrong. It could be a coincidence." Horatio was playing devil's advocate. He knew that Calleigh wouldn't present him with a far- out explanation, but a part of him didn't want to believe that she was a target.
"It could be," Calleigh admitted, "but I really doubt it. West Cornell fairs weren't exactly big draws for tourists. You'd have to be a local to know about this stuff. We have here a person who targets women who look like me, a killing ritual that utilizes details of a little-known Louisiana superstition, a powder that has connections to my childhood. Add to that the whole wig thing and it's too many coincidences to ignore."
"I feel like I've just missed something," Alexx admitted. "What do the wigs have to do with you?"
"I've made no secret of my interest in doing something different with my hair." Calleigh stated. "I remember looking at the first victim when we found her and thinking that I had just decided to cut my hair like that, but I had only made half-hearted attempts to find another style since then. All the wigs match hairstyles that I've thought about and earmarked in magazines."
Horatio latched on to the last detail. "You earmarked them in magazines. How did this guy know which ones you were looking at?"
Calleigh looked over at Horatio, spreading her hands to indicate her confusion on that detail. "I don't know. I've been carrying a bunch around with me at work, going to lunch. I've talked about it with a lot of people. Maybe I left a magazine behind at a restaurant one day and he found it? He probably thought it would be great opportunity to put a finishing touch on staging a crime scene."
Silence settled over the room for a moment as everyone thought over all that Calleigh had said. "Do you know who it is doing this?" Eric asked, breaking the silence and asking the question on everyone's minds.
Calleigh sighed. With all she had put together, this was the one detail that was most glaringly absent. "I haven't got a clue." She answered honestly. "When I left home for college, I changed my last name to my mother's maiden name, so the idea that someone out of my past is out to get me doesn't make sense either way. If it was someone I knew as a kid, they shouldn't have found me here, and if it was someone that I put away either in New Orleans or here, they shouldn't have been able to find out anything about my childhood. Just in case, I'm going to be putting in a call to the New Orleans PD to see if there is anyone I put away has gotten out recently, but I spent most of my time there in the lab, not out doing field work. And I can't think of anyone that I put away that was sick enough to do something like this."
Horatio stood up. If Calleigh couldn't give them a name, they would just have to fill in the blanks themselves. "We need to get to work on this," he said. "Eric, you and Speed work the wig and robe angle again. We searched all of Miami, now I want you to try Louisiana. Start with Darnell and any major cities around it." He turned and looked at Calleigh. "You'll work with New Orleans to go over case files, but right now I want to come with me back to my office so we can discuss how we're going to keep you safe."
Everyone left, determined to get information immediately. If this guy was after Calleigh, there was no telling when he would stop killing substitutes and go after his real target. And there was no way in hell they were going to let this guy get his hands on Calleigh.
Calleigh's dreams that night were strange, mixing memories and nightmares until she woke in a cold sweat somewhere around two in the morning. She tried to go back to sleep, but the images she had seen haunted her, robbing her of any peace. There were memories of her childhood in Louisiana, and at first they had been pleasant, beautiful even. She remembered wandering through swamps, searching for hidden treasure with friends, laughing.but in her dream the laughing became evil, sinister and suddenly she was in pain. She couldn't breathe. Everything was dark around her and all she could hear was that laughing. She spent the next few hours tossing and turning, unable to settle back down. She finally admitted defeat and hauled herself out of bed at four the next morning and got ready for a run. The fear that she had experienced so acutely during the night had not left her, though, so she packed up a change of clothes and drove to a track near CSI in order to run instead of staying in the neighborhood. The steady exertion would help clear her mind and heart of the shadows from last night. She would shower and change in the locker room before work.
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Horatio came into work at six the next morning with two cups of coffee, planning on leaving one for Calleigh as a peace offering to find when she got in. He was surprised to see her car in the parking lot, and when he found her, she was already hard at work, hair still damp from the shower. She looked worse than when he had sent her home last night. He walked up next to her, the aroma of the coffee getting her attention before he had made it to her side.
Calleigh looked up when she smelled the coffee and smiled at the man carrying it. "That's it.you are definitely the favorite person of the day." She took the proffered cup and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and savoring the heady aroma that filled her senses. Hearing Horatio chuckle, she narrowly opened one eye and looked at him. Seeing that he was fighting to restrain a deeper laugh, she opened her other eye, straightened up and tried to glare at him. "What do you find so funny? Can't a girl enjoy a cup of coffee around here?"
With that, Horatio let loose. She was just too funny, carrying on about the coffee like it was some kind of miracle. He shook his head quickly, controlling his laugh. "I meant to offense. Just glad to see that you approve of my selection."
Calleigh relaxed her offended posture and let him off the hook. She had just been playing anyway. "Who could complain about chocolate raspberry? You remembered the sugar, right?"
Horatio just smiled, glad to have done something right for her for once. "Of course. You look like you could really use the caffeine boost." He decided not to comment further on her haggard appearance, not wanting to reinitiate their argument from the night before.
Calleigh tensed up, then relaxed as she saw that Horatio was going to let her fatigue pass without comment. She just shrugged and sipped her coffee. "Wanted to get an early start. Something you said last night has been bugging me and I want to so some checking."
Horatio was instantly intrigued. "What? I seem to recall saying an awful lot, but nothing specifically about the case. What are you looking for?"
Calleigh hesitated. She didn't want to get his hopes up only to have this turn into another dead end, but he needed to know what was going on. "It's what you said about penance. There's something that is playing at the back of my mind that I can't quite put my finger on. It's probably nothing, but I want to give it a shot."
Horatio nodded. He didn't understand what his comments on their friendship had to do with the case, but he trusted Calleigh's instincts. If there was something there, she would find it. "Ok. Let me know if you come up with anything."
"Will do," Calleigh replied. She turned back to her computer and Horatio walked out of the lab. "Now where was I?" Calleigh said to herself. She entered a few more words into her internet search and waited for results to pop up. Asphyxiation, bruising around the mouth, bit, penance. Her thoughts wandered back to her nightmare from last night. Suddenly, she sat straight up, every last bit of fatigue forgotten as a wave of awareness crashed over her, followed immediately by one of fear. She had it. She knew what he was doing, who he was targeting, but not who he was, and why. All the random details clicked into place as she redirected her search. Quickly navigating internet sites, she found an article that she would need and printed out several copies, summarizing its contents in her head as she raced up the stairs to Horatio's office. They needed to get the team here as soon as possible. She had the key. This was a whole new ballgame.
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Horatio looked up, concerned, as Calleigh flew into his office. She was agitated, excited, and.scared? He definitely saw fear in her before she collected herself and began to talk, too quickly to be understood. He picked up a smattering of words, "Found it.key.bridle." Horatio put up his hand in a signal for "stop" and interrupted her flow of words. "Calleigh, slow down! I can't understand what you're saying!"
Calleigh took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly. She could see confusion written clearly on Horatio's features. She was about to begin again when the phone rang. She nodded at Horatio, letting him know that he should pick it up, allowing her more time to collect her thoughts. She didn't listen to his conversation, letting her mind wander back to process her epiphany. She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize Horatio had hung up the phone until he came around the desk and stood in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her into a chair. She didn't sit still for long, jumping up and pacing the length of his office before standing in front of him and meeting his eyes.
What he saw there alarmed him. Her eyes contained a clarity and a certainty that she understood exactly what was going on and whatever it was, the revelation rocked her to the core. She began speaking, then stopped. "I know what he's doing-I know what it all means."
Horatio put his hands back on her shoulders, not sure if he wanted to support her or shake her. "And.?" he prompted. "What is it?"
Calleigh met his eyes and saw the deep concern in them. She took another breath, calming herself down before she really scared him. She tried to figure out a good way to say what she needed to, and fumbled for words. "I was thinking about what Alexx said about the bit being there to mark the girl somehow and what you said about penance and." she was interrupted by Speed coming through the door.
Horatio glared at the intruder with an intensity that forced Speed back a few steps and killed the greeting that was about to pass his lips. He looked back and forth between an angry Horatio and an obviously upset Calleigh and immediately backed up further towards the door. "Sorry," he mumbled, "didn't mean to interrupt."
He was almost out the door when Calleigh called him back. "Wait! Speed, get back in here!" She backed away from Horatio, pushing aside his hand when he tried to pull her back towards him. She shook off his concern, letting him know with a glance that she was ok. She looked between Horatio and Speed before continuing. "I might as well fill in everyone at the same time. Can you go get the others and have them meet us in the lab where we have everything set up?"
Speed looked from Calleigh to Horatio, who nodded his agreement. "Sure," he answered, looking back at Calleigh. "Eric walked in the same time as I did and Alexx was only a few feet behind. I'll gather the troops and kick everyone else out. Give me about five minutes." He took in Calleigh's nod of thanks and gave her one in return before leaving the office. On his way down the stairs he shook his head. Horatio just about killed him with that glare. That was the last time he ever went into his office without knocking.
When the door closed, Horatio looked back at Calleigh. "You sure you wouldn't rather just tell me?" he asked, wanting to make it easy on her if telling everyone at once would be too hard.
Calleigh looked over at him, smiling when she realized he was trying to protect her. "I've got nothing to fear from y'all." She said, gathering her bravado. "Come on, we don't want to be late."
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When they walked into the lab, everyone was waiting. Horatio grabbed a seat closest to Calleigh, who stood in front of the boards, ready to explain her revelation. He wanted her to feel in control of the briefing, but be close enough to offer support, because he had a feeling that she would need it by the time she was finished.
Calleigh cleared her throat and began. "I asked y'all to come because I think I've figured out the key to these killings and why we're having such a hard time finding evidence to link the victims to the killer. We've approached the case thinking that the killer is from Miami, living and working here, planning his murders here, getting all his supplies ready here. But the killer isn't from Miami. He's from Louisiana. And I think it has something to do with me." Calleigh looked around at the confused looks that appeared on her friend's faces before glancing at Horatio. He looked deadly serious. He had been concerned that she fit the victim profile, it wasn't too big a stretch to allow that she was the intended target. She gathered her courage and kept going. "I know it sounds crazy, but bear with me. We haven't been able to figure out why the victims were pressed to death and then cleaned, like their deaths were some kind of purification. And the marks around the latest victim's mouth-Alexx said it was as though someone had shoved a bit into it. That's exactly what happened." Calleigh passed around the article she had printed from the internet. "When I was a little girl in Louisiana, I had this nightmare one night and when I woke up, I was having trouble breathing, like someone had been kneeling on my chest or something. I told my grandma about it, and she told me that I had been visited by a Cauchemar."
"A what?" Eric asked. "Couch Marshmallow?"
Eric's attempt to lighten the mood earned him a weak smile. "A Cauchemar. A spirit, presence, ghost, sometimes, thought to be a witch. A Cauchemar visits a person in their sleep and sits on them, restricting their breathing and rendering the person unable to cry out for help. It's thought that if you don't wake up from the attack, you could die. Superstition dictates that a Cauchemar visit might be a punishment or a warning against wrongdoing."
"So what does this have to do with the marks around the mouth?" Alexx asked.
"The Cauchemar superstition is related to the concept of witch-riding. Have any of you heard about that?" She saw Horatio nodding his head. "In witch-riding, a witch uses her victim like a horse, riding him or her around in the night when they are asleep. The signs of that attack are pain in the mouth and spit lines down the face from the bridle."
"How is it that you know about this and we've never hear of it before?" Horatio asked quietly.
"It's not talked about very openly. It's thought that if you talk about Cauchemar, you encourage your own visit from them. Besides, it's kind of an old superstition. It wasn't even that well-known in Darnell, but my Grandma was from Lafayette, where it's bigger. Kind of like a localized Louisiana boogeyman"
Horatio nodded. "Your hypothesis explains some of the details behind the killing ritual, but I don't see what this has to do with you specifically."
Calleigh frowned. "I know it seems like a stretch, but it has to do with some of the other details. Eric, do you have that powder sample handy?" He tossed a small bottle to Calleigh and she took a whiff, finally able to place the smell. "The reason you couldn't find the manufacturer is because it's homemade in West Cornell County, Louisiana. My mom used to buy bottles of this stuff for me when I was a little girl at the county fair. The scent is Louisiana blue iris. Iris Giganticaerula, I think is its technical name. I can probably find a spare bottle of it at my apartment somewhere for you to run a comparison."
"You could be wrong. It could be a coincidence." Horatio was playing devil's advocate. He knew that Calleigh wouldn't present him with a far- out explanation, but a part of him didn't want to believe that she was a target.
"It could be," Calleigh admitted, "but I really doubt it. West Cornell fairs weren't exactly big draws for tourists. You'd have to be a local to know about this stuff. We have here a person who targets women who look like me, a killing ritual that utilizes details of a little-known Louisiana superstition, a powder that has connections to my childhood. Add to that the whole wig thing and it's too many coincidences to ignore."
"I feel like I've just missed something," Alexx admitted. "What do the wigs have to do with you?"
"I've made no secret of my interest in doing something different with my hair." Calleigh stated. "I remember looking at the first victim when we found her and thinking that I had just decided to cut my hair like that, but I had only made half-hearted attempts to find another style since then. All the wigs match hairstyles that I've thought about and earmarked in magazines."
Horatio latched on to the last detail. "You earmarked them in magazines. How did this guy know which ones you were looking at?"
Calleigh looked over at Horatio, spreading her hands to indicate her confusion on that detail. "I don't know. I've been carrying a bunch around with me at work, going to lunch. I've talked about it with a lot of people. Maybe I left a magazine behind at a restaurant one day and he found it? He probably thought it would be great opportunity to put a finishing touch on staging a crime scene."
Silence settled over the room for a moment as everyone thought over all that Calleigh had said. "Do you know who it is doing this?" Eric asked, breaking the silence and asking the question on everyone's minds.
Calleigh sighed. With all she had put together, this was the one detail that was most glaringly absent. "I haven't got a clue." She answered honestly. "When I left home for college, I changed my last name to my mother's maiden name, so the idea that someone out of my past is out to get me doesn't make sense either way. If it was someone I knew as a kid, they shouldn't have found me here, and if it was someone that I put away either in New Orleans or here, they shouldn't have been able to find out anything about my childhood. Just in case, I'm going to be putting in a call to the New Orleans PD to see if there is anyone I put away has gotten out recently, but I spent most of my time there in the lab, not out doing field work. And I can't think of anyone that I put away that was sick enough to do something like this."
Horatio stood up. If Calleigh couldn't give them a name, they would just have to fill in the blanks themselves. "We need to get to work on this," he said. "Eric, you and Speed work the wig and robe angle again. We searched all of Miami, now I want you to try Louisiana. Start with Darnell and any major cities around it." He turned and looked at Calleigh. "You'll work with New Orleans to go over case files, but right now I want to come with me back to my office so we can discuss how we're going to keep you safe."
Everyone left, determined to get information immediately. If this guy was after Calleigh, there was no telling when he would stop killing substitutes and go after his real target. And there was no way in hell they were going to let this guy get his hands on Calleigh.
