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On the flight to Boston, Elizabeth was silent. Will took that in as she was upset, and he understood that, however, she was also so involved with whatever she was looking at she barely noticed him.
"What are you looking at?" Will asked.
"Something…" Elizabeth stared at her laptop. "Got ya…" Elizabeth smirked. Elizabeth's revelation was shocking and frightening. She was looking at the killer. In eighty three of the one hundred photos, a figure was in the back. The same shape, same everything. Using photoshop, Elizabeth cleared up the image and brought the killer to her eyes, shocking her completely.
"Got what?" Will's voice slapped Elizabeth back into reality.
"What if I told you that I had a picture of the killer?"
"I would say your yanking my chain."
Elizabeth turned the laptop. Will stared at the woman in the picture. "No, wrong Elizabeth, can't be, impossible." Will shook his head. "There is no way…" Elizabeth then stared at Will.
"It makes perfect sense."
"No…"
"Yes." Elizabeth shut the laptop and looked at Will. "I can ruin everything. The President's re-election campaign will be in utter chaos if I come forward. It puts her at a risk to lose it all. It explains my father, it explains my mother."
Will swallowed. "The President's daughter he peddled off. If word gets out that he peddled another child off…he's going to go down in blasphemy. Why is she targeting you?"
"Last I heard she was a real cold hearted bitch. After it was out in the last campaign that Corbin had an illegitimate child, the newspapers went wild, however he still managed to win the election, however not based on popularity. Melanie is a few years older than me with a law degree. She has the smarts, but what I want to know is how she is getting to my parents." Elizabeth then knew. "She is threatening to tell the world about my mother and the deal." Will nodded, he knew she was right, it was all plausible. "But who is killing and raping these women?"
"There is one more who that we need to figure out." Will sighed. "We have to tread slowly with this one."
"She sent out someone to kill another innocent girl. Whoever this is, he circles the country…he is back in Boston, he's starting the cycle over again."
"Cycle?"
"An eight year cycle. It was eight years ago yesterday that I was attacked." Elizabeth closed her eyes. "You will find her in the same field I was raped in, and in the manner I was suppose to die in."
"You don't have to go."
"No, I have to. This killing will be his last random…I will be his last." Elizabeth picked up Will's hand. "You have to help me stop him, and you have to help me find out who is poisoning his mind." Will locked his fingers in hers. "Something is off here…and I need to find out what is happening. I think we should seriously consider using me as bait."
"I won't even consider it."
"Why?"
"Because Elizabeth, what if you're wrong?"
"If Melanie Baines is sending out a deranged individual to kill me…and make my death look as if I was a victim of a serial killer…she is more deranged than our killer."
POTC
"Dear God." Elizabeth said as she looked at the crime scene. Elizabeth felt immediate chills as soon as she saw the body. The young girl was a spitting image of Elizabeth. The long honey hair, big hazel eyes…
"I'm Doctor Laurel. You must be Agent Swann and Turner." A tall woman approached them. She had long dark brown hair, dark, bright eyes, and was on the heavy side, however her face you were drawn to, she was simply beautiful.
"Doctor Laurel, I am Agent Swann." Elizabeth didn't want the doctor confused. "Have you fond anything of interest yet?"
"Very brutal attack." She walked them over to the crime scene. "Raped, her stomach was mince meat, her heart cut out…her face is beaten so bad…you can't guess about any features." Elizabeth looked down at the body. Her eyes were cut into and gouged out, hanging on by the optical nerves.
"Were there initials carved into the body?" Will asked.
Doctor Laurel looked up startled. "Why yes…" The Doctor lifted the left breast and showed the initials.
"It was him." Elizabeth said staring down at her initials. "He is sending me a message."
"This is personal?" Doctor Laurel asked.
"No, now it is pure business."
POTC
Will decided that he had better take Elizabeth to the hotel. She was shaking, clearly scared, and he needed her strong.
"I want you to take a shower and go to sleep." Will said as he walked her to her door. Their rooms were right next to one another, and had a door that connected the both, which was specifically asked for.
"Sure boss." Elizabeth tried with a weak smile. "I am so confused."
"We will solve this, I promise." Elizabeth opened the door and walked in her room, and shut the door.
Will sighed and went to his own room and took off his jacket and tie. He was annoyed that this had gotten so out of control. He had enough of the political bull that surrounded this case.
Will walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on As he let the hot water run down his body, the case, and its few clues flowed through his mind just as the water flowed through the pipes. All he had was a DNA sample that showed nothing, and Elizabeth.
He picked Elizabeth to come to his unit because she was the brightest mind he had ever seen. She was intuitive, nearly clairvoyant, and it was really miraculous that she was so much in tune. Perhaps Elizabeth was right. Melanie Baines didn't want Elizabeth in the picture to claim her father's fortune and fame. Making it look like a serial killer killed her would not cause any suspicions. Now, here was what he was stuck on…was the serial killer established before Melanie approached him, or was he of Melanie's own creation?
Will was leaning toward the later.
POTC
Will was barely asleep when he heard the click of the door that connected Elizabeth and his room together.
He was very still, pretending to be asleep, knowing full well he was prepared to attack. He opened his eyes and pulled out his gun from beneath his pillow and aimed it at the intruder.
The man dressed in black gasped in surprise as Will fired three shots into his chest. Will rolled off the bed as three more men went into the room and began firing.
Will leaned heavily into the carpet for protection. Will then glanced in the direction of the firing. He saw feet. Will aimed and fired and the six feet across from him.
Howling and screams and crashing. Will stood up and shot the three men in the head to finish them off. "Elizabeth!" Will screamed her name as he crept over to her room.
What he saw made him sick.