All familiar characters still belong to Janet. The mistakes are mine alone. Thanks, MamaJoyce, for all the helpful info and 'interesting' visuals you provided.

The murders were being played in their entirety on the OPBAT vessel we used to reach Tipple's rent-a-yacht. And we stood there watching the seized material as George Tipple pressed a pistol to Leo's forehead, sounding whiny when he told him ... 'You made this too easy' before he pulled the trigger. Leo Henry fell dead in the shower stall and Tipple kept rolling as he forced Suzy to rinse the blood down the drain after he removed the body for transport. He resumed filming at the disposal site, and we had to see how he used the same gun to threaten his wife into mutilating her lover's body, instructing her to make him swallow it like she'd probably repeatedly swallowed him, or her niece would be the next person he kills.

In the same cabin where we discovered his body, we saw how he took pleasure in assaulting his wife and then he recorded - with obvious satisfaction - how he forced her to ingest a mouthful of pills in the park. The sick sonovabitch kept the video rolling as he viciously clapped a hand over her mouth to prevent her from spitting them out. Even if her body tried to save itself, she would've choked to death on her own vomit because he had no intention of leaving until she was dead. He spit on her body just before the screen went black.

He really was psychotic and not very bright. Not only did he use human beings as disposable toys, he keep a visual diary documenting his crimes. If he weren't dead already, he'd be dead right now at my hands. Just seeing an after-account made me feel unclean. Having to watch the cruelty inflicted on people who had no idea it existed before meeting George, I had to fight the urge to do a little mutilating myself. Seeing how peaceful the fucker looked in death, pissed me off in a way that terrified me.

"Fuck," Cal said in complete disgust. "It's been awhile since we've had to witness shit like this."

We've seen it all ... and still do when the nightmares begin again. This will be a trigger for another round, but we've all gotten better at dealing with them. We hadn't touched anything as we waited on the deck of our arrival transport for local authorities to appear, take over, and declare this a death due to overconfidence as well as incompetence. CO is odorless, but if you're familiar with how exhaust systems and/or engines work, you know what could go wrong with them even before the scent of death hits you. There are certain images and smells you never forget, and the scent of death is one of them no matter what happened to have caused it.

"You're coming back with me to see Olivia and Steph?" I asked Cal, knowing the grisly footage would hit him hard.

We've been together in parts of the world where this kind of brutality is an hourly occurrence, but if you're one of the lucky ones ... you never get used to it. No one would deem us lucky for finding such graphic evidence of perverted kills, but that we can still be affected by them is a welcome sign.

"I'll go for a walk on the beach first, then I'll head back."

"You alright?"

"I will be. It'll just take a few minutes. I don't want to scare Olive or worry Steph."

"You won't, but it's your call. If you're not back in twenty minutes," I warned, "Bobby and I, and no doubt Stephanie and Olivia, will come looking for you. So you'd better be breathing and smiling when we see you again."

It wasn't big, but there was a slight grin attempted. "I will. And I'll be back in less than ten."

"Good."

He needs peace and I need my family.