You wanne be a super hero? Prowling the city, knocking some heads…

He could hear Kevin's voice in his mind as he leaned up against the tree, feeling the rough bark touch the short hairs on the back of his head.

His warm, alcohol-laden breath was rising in the night air as he stood there in silence, observing the area, hoping, hell, almost looking forward to seeing if their killer would return to the scene of the crime once more, relishing in the atrocious deed committed.

The lab crew had combed through the area until late the previous evening and upon his wishes, had kept the crime scene tape in place a little longer, hoping to lure in their target.

Esposito knew that a bent mind like that of their killer would love these extra tokens of attention, quite possibly wanting to take some of the tape home as an additional souvenir to feed his sick fantasies.

And the longer he had stewed over life's latest mishaps back at La Casa, the more he'd felt the urge to see if his hunch would prove true and if so, whether or not he could manage to take down the illusive killer once and for all.

Ryan would criticize his plan, hell the whole force would. But he had to give it a try, see if his keen instincts would prove true when it came to the monster who had taken too many lives already.

A couple of hours had gone by since he made his way to Central Park, clandestinely patrolling the perimeter of the crime scene in the dead of night, watching a handful of lonely souls pass by, not one of them overly interested in his elaborate trap.

And yet he could sense the killer nearby, that scent of death still strong enough to attract the monster who'd created it.

As such, Esposito waited for another half hour, hoping his luck would turn around at the eve of long day spent frantically looking for needles in a haystack.

His wish came true sooner than expected when a strong arm appeared out of nowhere, acting like a vice grip around his throat, dragging him down to the ground with deadly precision.