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My heart stalled at Woody's words and I glanced into the kitchen. Andrew was holding a carton of half and half and walking back into the room. Oh, Jesus, I thought. I couldn't say anything to tip him off.

"Okay, Dad, thanks for calling."

My words were met by silence. "Oh, shit. Jordan, are you with him?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Are you at his apartment?"

"Yes," I said.

"Oh, damn it, Jordan! Where are you?" Woody asked, panicked.

I glanced at Andrew. He was sitting on the couch watching me. Shit, I thought. What could I say to let him know where I was without alerting Andrew?

"Yeah, we could go to IHOP tomorrow," I said.

"IHOP? Which one?" Woody asked.

"I'll call you at six," I said, referring to Sixth Street, where the IHOP was, which was just a block away from the apartment.

I could hear Woody clicking on his computer. I glanced furtively at Andrew, who was starting to look suspicious.

"The one on Sixth and West Haven?" he asked.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I have to go, though, Dad. I'll talk to you later."

"Jordan, no, wait, is it one of those old apartment buildings?"

"Nope. See you at eight, bye," I said, and flipped the phone shut. But I didn't shut it all the way and hoped that the connection would stay. "Sorry about that," I said to Andrew with an apologetic smile. "That was my Dad, he wants to meet for breakfast tomorrow."

"Oh, really?" Andrew asked. He was trying to sound casual, but I could sense his nervousness.

"This is a nice apartment you have," I said.

"Thanks," he replied.

I set the phone on the coffee table and looked out the window. "It's nice you're so close to the Save-a-Lot," I said, referring to the grocery store next door. "That's handy. And that's a nice view you have from the eighth floor."

"Yeah, it is. So, Jordan, come here and sit down. Make yourself comfortable," he said, motioning towards the couch next to him.

My stomach was churning and I was hyper-alert. My skin crawled as I sat down next to him, trying to act as casual as possible so he wouldn't know I knew anything.

I took a sip of my coffee and looked at Andrew over the edge of the cup. He was watching me, a calculating look in his blue eyes.

I studied him, wondering how I missed the fact that he was the one in the sketch. Probably because other than the height, the description had been completely opposite of Andrew. He must have worn a wig and colored contacts.

I drank my coffee quickly and set my cup down. "I should probably get home," I said. "I have to meet my Dad pretty early."

"Oh, don't go yet, Jordan. The night's still young," Andrew said. He leaned over towards me, going to kiss me.

I smiled and started to stand up. Andrew's hands grasped my wrists, keeping me from standing up. He pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the mouth. I struggled to get out of his grip but he was strong, stronger than I had thought.

"Stop it," I said, jerking my head back. I was in trouble.

He looked at me angrily. "Oh, c'mon Jordan. Lighten up." There was a dangerous, manic glint in his eye and I felt like I'd just been drenched with ice water.

"Who are you?" I said heatedly. "Why are you doing this?"

"All in good time, sweetheart," he said with a wink.

I struggled to get out of his grip, but he was too strong for me. He let go of one of my wrists and hit me, backhanded, across my cheek.

I stopped struggling and looked at him. My jaw was clenched and I angrily fought back the tears from the sharp, stinging pain in my cheek.

"So what's the problem, Jordan? You were so interested in me, so willing before. What happened? Is it your little detective friend? Is that why you resist me?"

I stared at him, horrified. How could I not have seen it? How could I not tell that there was something...off with this guy? He had seemed so normal, but looking at him now, all I could feel was the icy cold of fear.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Want? Oh, Jordan, I think you know what I want."

My mind froze. He hadn't raped any of the other girls. Was that what he meant? And if so, why hadn't he raped the others?

"You know, you ruined my plan for Darcie," he said and I struggled to keep my face neutral, to not show what I was thinking. "Getting those cops involved, I could never finish what I started with her."

"Good," I spat.

He raised his eyebrows. "Such spunk, Jordan. But then, you always have had spunk, haven't you?"

I gritted my teeth, thinking furiously. I didn't know what the hell was going on and I knew I couldn't get away from him. I was in real trouble and I willed my heart to stop racing as I looked around the apartment, trying to figure out some way to get away.

"I'm going to let you go now. If you try anything, I'll kill you," he said. "You can't get out anyway, the door has a code."

I glanced at the door and saw that it had one of those locks on it like they have at banks, where you have to push a combination of buttons to unlock the door. He released me and I fought the urge to start beating on him. He was a lot bigger than I was. I wasn't going to get out of this by fighting. I had to use my wits and pray that Woody had understood my message.

Andrew stood up and walked over to a bookshelf that stood against the wall. He pulled out several binders and a book which I saw was a copy of my yearbook from my senior year at Burke.

He sat next to me and spread the books out across the table.

"Once upon a time," he began, "There was a boy. And he liked this girl. But the girl was so pretty and so popular that he was afraid to ask her out. So he thought he'd ask out her friend and get close to her that way. But the friend thought that she was too good for him, so he tried to ask out her other friends, but they thought they were too good, too. This happened five times. Five! And each time the girl laughed in the boy's face. Laughed at him! One of them said she'd go out with him. In his dreams. That's not very nice, now, is it?"

Realization was beginning to dawn on me. "Who are you?" I asked again.

Andrew flipped open the yearbook and went past the seniors, past the juniors and sophomores and ended up in the freshmen. He flipped the page and stared down at it. He gave a wry little smile and then pushed the book towards me. "Recognize anyone?"

I stared down at the page and scanned the rows of photos. No one looked familiar, and no one looked anything like Andrew.

"Don't remember?" he asked pleasantly. He pointed at a picture and I leaned over and stared at it.

It was tiny, black and white, and blurry in the way of all yearbook pictures, but the kid in the picture didn't even have a vague resemblance to the guy sitting next to me.

The kid was overweight, had thick glasses and buck teeth. I glanced at the name. Lyle Barton. It didn't even seem vaguely familiar.

"Don't look the same, do I?" he said.

I stared at him stonily, refusing to answer.

"Well, when the boy finally got up the nerve to ask the girl that he had liked in the first place, she turned him down, too. It was you, Jordan. You were the one I wanted from the beginning. But your friends just laughed at me. It was your little friend Shannon that told me she'd go out with me in my dreams. The others were a little nicer than that, but they all laughed. They all looked at me like they couldn't believe I'd have the nerve to talk to them. Like I was a lower life form or something."

I swallowed. I had a vague memory of being asked out by a nerdy kid to go to a school dance. But I didn't remember anything else about it. I didn't remember what I had said, only that I had told him no.

"You were nicer than the rest of your little friends. You and Lisa, you at least pretended to be nice. But then I heard the six of you laughing about me. Talking about the geeky little kid that had asked you out and how you wouldn't be caught dead going out with a nerd like that. I heard you. You had told me that you couldn't go to the dance with me because you already had been asked. Then I found out that the six of you had gone together, with no dates. You lied to me, Jordan. You lied and I found out. And I swore that day that you would pay. All of you would pay for treating me like dirt."

Pieces of the puzzle began falling into place. Shannon had been the most brutally attacked, which now made sense.

Keep him talking, I thought.

"You don't look the same at all," I said.

He looked at me. "Yeah, I know. I lost weight, worked out, got braces and contacts. I'm not even the same person," he said proudly.

"You look great," I said, trying to sound sincere.

"Yeah. That's all you and your friends cared about, isn't it? Looks."

Oops, I thought. That was probably the wrong thing to say. My mind worked frantically for something else to say.

"Did you pose as John Newman to everyone or just Darcie?" I asked, hoping to appeal to his pride.

"Everyone. Gullible bitches, all of them. They were so excited to think that they had been chosen for the article, that I wanted their pictures for the 'display'." He laughed and I felt a chill go down my spine at his words.

"Why didn't you do that with me?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He looked at me and smiled. "Because, Jordan, you were the one I wanted. I wanted you from the beginning. So I was going to give you a chance, see if you would give me a chance. I thought you would, I thought you liked me, but then you became so cold. You acted so interested, then you turned on me. You invited me over knowing full well what I'd be thinking. You toyed with me, then you shot me down."

I stared at him in disbelief. "I wanted to get to know you," I said.

He laughed. "Right. I know all about you, Jordan. I've been keeping track of you for awhile. You have no problem with hooking up with guys, no commitment. But with me? No."

I swallowed. "It wasn't anything to do with you," I said. "I didn't want another one night stand. I wanted something....real."

I had to choke the words out, it was all I could do not to show my disgust. When I thought of how close I had come...and he was killer, a cold blooded murderer. I was around people like him all the time and he had fooled me completely.

Andrew...or Lyle, I should say, looked at me, his icy blue eyes softening as he looked at me.

"Really, Jordan?" he asked. "You thought we could have something real?"

It was as if the man before me had transformed back into the shy, geeky high school boy. He was looking at me anxiously.

I'd been stuck in bad situations before. But this was something entirely new. I didn't know if Woody knew where I was or would be able to find me. I was on my own, locked in an apartment with a psychopath and I had no idea what to do.

((well, what did you think? Please review and let me know! More to come!))

A/N: I know everyone figured Andrew for the bad guy. Kind of hard not to when you introduce a new character. But I hope that my story behind him and why he did what he did was kinda interesting and not totally predictable!!