Thanks everyone. Hopefully, it gets creepier. Again, this is about the science and forensics. I'm no expert, but I kept most of my books and I did an internship doing this stuff. There was never a dull moment. I got a cameo for you too, Higgs.

CSI Hawaii

Manoa – Earlier that Evening

In a dimly lit room on a bright monitor, a man clicked on the chatroom, 'SchoolDazeHawaii'. When he saw the vast number of screen names in the room, his face lit up, brightened by the glow of the monitor.

He selected one of the screen names that stood out, revealing a drawing of a young woman. The pen and ink image revealed both her inner and outer beauty and was elegant in its sad, almost desperate expressiveness. The man's eyes wandered down to her bio, where he saw that she was a high school student, running in track and field and playing tennis, and he thought how she must be in excellent shape. That suited him just fine.

Below that entry was a laundry list of poetry filled with angst and self doubt along with loner comments and conflicts with her parents.

The man watched closely as 'sWeeTyGrL90' poured her heart out to fellow semi-anonymous chatters, uncovering her inner pain – her need to be loved and validated.

She was perfect…perfect for exploitation.

An instant message flew from his fingertips like a bolt of lightning through the fiber optic cables and copper wires that was cyberspace to appear on the screen of the young woman.

Cuddlydogxoxo: hey, sez ur into tennis. Me 2

sWeeTyGrL90: 4 real? I only play jv not lately tho I dunno kinda down

Cuddlydogxoxo: sorry 2 hear maybe I can perk u up sounds like u need someone 2 talk 2

sWeeTyGrL90: ya kinda do folks don't understand me why is it so hard?

Cuddlydogxoxo: well I think I understand you wanna give me a chance? Im a good listener

sWeeTyGrL90: hmmmm well better than crying all the time I can see you b4 school 2morrow

Cuddlydogxoxo: o great! Heres my number 198-0267 call me I want to help u

sWeeTyGrL90: u sound so nice and sweet. Ill see u 2morrow

Cuddly dog logged off with a smile on his face. So what if others thought he was strange or bizarre merely because of his taste in girls. He merely existed to give love and support, and if he got a little something in return, so much the better…and he always knew just what to say to get that return. Cuddly had studied the teen culture for quite some time, knowing the in groups, the slang, the secret turmoil that drove many young girls' hearts. He had learned all he could about his prey.

Cuddly would not sleep soundly, so excited was he about his impending encounter. What little he did doze, he dreamt of a nubile young woman, leaning into his shoulder, starved for attention…and love.

McCoy Pavillion – Ala Moana Park – Wednesday Morning

Power point slides flashed across the screen while Gil yawned. The late night compounded with his jetlag to make for a long, bleary-eyed morning. Rob, Wes, and Lisa rubbed their eyes while a forensic psychologist addressed offender profile issues.

"A serial killer, unlike a spree killer, will have a cool down period after the act. Many will conduct their activities in a ritualistic manner. You should look for indications that the offender is either organized or disorganized. An organized individual is methodical and takes great pains to plan the killing whereas the disorganized individual is opportunistic, often using brute force to overcome the victim."

Rob blinked very hard for a few moments before tapping Lisa. "You still owe me a cup of coffee."

"Hey, that was Alice with the maggots…okay, okay. I'll buy your coffee."

Gil leaned over and whispered, "Was there any word from the Medical Examiners Office?"

Rob nodded robotically. "I spoke to her this morning and she confirmed two stab wounds. The killer was facing the victim and the fatal wound was to the neck. The cause of death was exsanguination. They took swabs of the victim, but a DNA analysis will take time. We hope to get an ID within the hour; the prints have already gone to IAFIS."

Main Police Station – Beretania Street

Back at the station, Rob's partner, Detective Gordon Ah Lo was sitting in front of a monitor, watching fingerprints flash across the screen until a thumb print match was found. A chime sounded, getting Gordon's attention. He read the information and raised an eyebrow.

"Wayne Callahan, age forty two, address in Kahala."

Callahan had no rap sheet and no wants or warrants. He looked pretty clean. He was the registered owner of a BMW Z4 Roadster 3.0i; this guy had money.

Gordon continued on by running Callahan's property, which was valued at two million. Also listed were some tidbits on the man.

"Holy cow, this guy's a rock star."

The detective picked up the phone and punched in some numbers. "Rob, we got something. Our vic is Wayne Callahan…yah, the rock star. I'm going to head out to his address in a bit. I'm also going to enter his car into NCIC. Maybe our killer is driving it around. Why don't you meet me out there? Here's the address…."

He relayed the information and then walked to the elevator to take it to the basement. There, he popped the trunk of his Crown Victoria and pulled out an AR-15 assault rifle and his body armor – you could never be too careful.

Kahala – Mid Afternoon

Gordon pulled up to Wayne Callahan's residence, stopping short of the driveway. He carefully scanned the long paved path back to the luxurious home. There was no sign of any activity except that the front door was ajar.

He picked up his car microphone. "This is two-five-five, I'm at the residence. Possible B and E. I have backup on the way."

Ah Lo then stepped out of his car and donned his police jacket. He grabbed his AR-15 and slapped a magazine into the well, pressing the bolt catch to chamber a round. He wanted to go in…to possibly catch the killer inside, but good sense held him back. He grunted and then took a position beside the car.

Ten minutes went by before Rob arrived in the van with the others. Taniguchi stepped out and strapped on his vest. He checked his Smith and Wesson pistol quickly while giving Gordon the signal to advance. Lisa pointed to Gil and Wes, indicating that they should remain in the van and she strapped on her SiG-Sauer and fell in behind the other two detectives.

They moved quickly to the door and Rob pounded on the wooden frame. "Police!"

There was no response.

Gordon pushed the door in and they scanned through the portal. Rob nodded and stepped through into the foyer. The small room was tastefully decorated in greens and golds with an abstract painting on the wall and Persian rug on the tiled floor.

The hallway split in two directions with the main route going back to a massive living room. Gordon, the big, Hawaiian – Chinese cop and former member of the elite Specialized Services Division or SSD, motioned the other two forward while he took the smaller hallway.

Rob nodded and continued ahead, his silver Smith and Wesson held in front of him. Lisa followed close behind, her black SiG moving with her scan. "Police!" Rob yelled again and was answered by Gordon calling out the same. They stepped forward into the grand living room, full of awards and metallic-colored records in elaborate frames. Rob carefully observed the setting – it was full of hiding places and his concern was growing over their safety. It would take a team over an hour just to clear the house and they were only three.

Taniguchi shook his head. He had grown conservative in his middle years and he was about to order the group to exit when a shot rang out.

Throwing caution to the wind, Rob and Lisa spun and ran back to the small hallway. The sound of something breaking followed by the rustle of bushes pushed them on. They charged into a room full of teen paraphernalia and a powered up computer.

Rob gasped.

"Officer down!"