CHAPTER 6
The killer paced around the room like a caged animal, his fury obvious.
Thompson was dead, that wasn't supposed to happen, Gibbs was supposed to arrest him not kill him.
The killer stopped pacing and forced himself to sit down, his thought gradually becoming less fractured.
Why did Gibbs shoot? Gibbs NEVER shoots unless forced to.
The killers breathing slowed as his thoughts speeded up.
Gibbs shot Thompson, unprovoked. Gibbs wasn't even supposed to be there. So either Gibbs royally screwed up (unlikely) or he knew something that he wasn't sharing (possible) or his famous gut took over (probable).
The killer, now calm, lifted a cell phone and dialled a number from memory. The phone rang for a long time before being answered.
"Why the hell are you calling me?"
"Thompson was killed"
"I am well aware of that, in fact I undoubtedly knew that before you did"
"What's he doing now?"
"I assume you mean Gibbs, he's off the case"
"NO! This won't work if he's not involved"
"You planning on telling me something I don't already know"
The killer hung up without another word and opened a thick file on his desk.
Flipping through the pages until he got to the photographs he spent a few minutes examining each and every one.
His team, any hint of a threat and they would circle the wagons. Divide and conquer, it was the only way.
The killers gaze lingered on a photo of the whole team together.
Divide and conquer.