"What is the common thread binding all these women together, besides being killed by the same psychopath…" Keats asked Eric Delko, dismayed at having discovered nothing new in the case for at least half a day. Delko scratched his cheek and shook his head.

"The fact that they're all attractive young women…" He began.

"Are they all rich, do they all take jazzercise together, do they go to the same dry-cleaners?…Give me a link, Delko." Keats began to form a chart, drawing boxes around the victim's names. Six victims thus far.

"Nothing like that. One was a debutante, one worked as a professional stripper, one was a teacher, all different classes of women…and none of them knew each other as far as we know. We questioned the relatives and friends." Delko answered.

"This Ladykiller…maybe all these women were former girlfriends," Keats suggested, "Maybe even former fiancées…" Keats was seriously considering the fact that Esteban might be the Ladykiller. And even if he wasn't, he was definitely a criminal of some sort.

Vilina Shiloh had been victim number six. The only victim unexplored as far as questioning was concerned. She was an orphan that had lived with her foster parents right up until the very end, getting a doctorate in law school while she worked part-time at a bowling alley. Apparently ambitious, attractive, alluring, and taken advantage of.

Keats, getting special permission from Horatio to question Vilina's parents, gingerly trekked up the gravel walkway to their house along with Calleigh Duquesne.

"A few weeks before the…tragedy," Vilina's mother became teary-eyed, "she began dating this man. She became secretive and somewhat distant. She wouldn't talk about him, or let us meet him. She mentioned something about being engaged to him, but we didn't take it seriously. Lina has a quirky sense of humor.

And she was such a sensible girl, that we just assumed she was telling a good joke. And then she threw that…that party…" Vilina's mother broke off her sentence with a sob. Heh. Some joke. Mr. Shiloh took up where she left off.

"She threw an engagement party at the bowling alley. We weren't invited, naturally, and we had to read about it in the paper the next day. We confronted her and we argued. She told us we had no right to run her life and she left us. We didn't know where she was going or if we'd ever see her again. After she had been gone for a few days, we found out from the police that she'd been murdered." Shiloh's tone was extremely bitter and heartbroken, and Keats sympathized with him.

"Do you have a copy of the newspaper article that featured her engagement party?" Calleigh asked. Shiloh dug a crinkly clipping from his back pocket and handed it to her.

"Thank you for your time." Keats said as they left. Calleigh examined the clipping from inside the plastic bag and drew information that she remembered from the other victims profiles.

"He gets closer every time. The first one was murdered on a blind date…" Calleigh began. Keats hit the ground running and supplied the rest.

"So he might actually marry the next one. It would certainly give him an edge as far as publicity goes. That's why he's doing it, right?" Keats wondered. Calleigh had since ceased walking and gave Keats a rather determined glance.

"A murder on the wedding night…we need to get the names of every engaged woman in Miami." Calleigh said. Keats nearly fainted as she imagined going through thousands of future brides and interviewing them about their betrotheds.

"But there are so many, Calleigh. I-" Keats began.

"We're professionals, darlin'. If this is what it takes to catch the bad guy, then we're going to do it." She said with a reassuring smile.

Keats dialed her sister's number and rubbed her tired eyes. She hadn't been to sleep in over 24 hours. As if I could sleep even if I tried!

"Kit? To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" Sloane asked. Keats yawned and played with her hair.

"Can we meet for dinner? I need to talk to you about a few things." She said. Sloane agreed and Keats went to the hotel right after she left the Lab for dinner with her twin.

Sloane was waiting in a booth in the hotel's bar looking positively aglow with bliss. Do I really want to risk her happiness? Can I afford to risk her safety even though she'll hate me forever? Keats sat down, her eyes kept low.

"Kit, you seem so down. Did you tell Ryan? How did he react to the news?" Sloane sipped her water worriedly. Keats hadn't even thought about it, but now that she let it cross her mind, she noted that Ryan had made no effort to find her or say 'hello' or anything for the entirety of the night before and the next day.

How ironic. He thought I was avoiding him and now he's avoiding me. Life is so bizarre, I suppose.

"I told him." Keats said, gulping down her soda with a vengeance. She munched on the tortilla chips and salsa in the middle of the table to keep from starving.

"And?" Sloane leaned her chin on her upturned palm. Keats wrinkled her nose.

"I don't really know…but what about you? Are you okay? That dinner was one for the books, Garcia." Keats burbled, trying desperately to change the subject. Sloane gave an indignant squeal.

"Quit calling me Garcia! You know how much I hate it. I hate it worse than you hate the name Juniper!" Sloane shrieked. At least it worked. She's talking about something else.

"True, I've never been more embarrassed in my entire life. But Daddy means well. And he apologized later. He actually offered to give Esteban a bachelor party. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that yet, but…" Sloane sighed, stirring her straw absent-mindedly.

"Listen, Sloane…about Esteban…do you even know anything about him? I know you love him and all that, but have you met his family? What if he's some psycho?" Keats' voice trembled. Sloane pursed her lips.

"Where did this come from? Keats, Esteban's past is something he's ashamed of. He wants me to forget it. He's trying to start anew…with me. He's wiped his slate clean and even though I'm not crazy about the things he's done, the fact that he wants to atone for it makes me love him even more. I feel so lucky, Kit. Really." Sloane's pristine face contorted into one of sheer sorrow.

"Please, Kit. Be happy for me. I need you to support me. God knows Mom and Dad aren't going to. They practically threw the money in my face and then turned their backs on me." Sloane bit her lip and a single tear rolled down her rosy cheek.

"You know Mom and Dad. Financial backing is emotional backing, too. They've never been good at expressing their feelings. Good thing for Grammy Remington, huh? It's not you, Sloane. They don't know how to support you that way." Keats leaned over the table and hugged Sloane to her heart.

"You know I'd do anything for you, Sloane. I just want you to be safe and taken care of. And if I think Esteban is a threat at any time…despite the fact that you love him…I won't hesitate to take him out."