Clayton looked at the pictures of his baby girl, Deliverance. He had found her in Washington, D.C living under the name Tucker McLean. He smiled knowing she was losing her touch. She kept using the name Tucker over and over to honour her mother but it was the one way that he could always find her. He picked up another picture taken a month before. He frowned when once again he saw the face of that FBI agent staring at his Deliverance. Dr. Spencer Reid had been showing up in pictures of his daughter for the past six months steadily and Clayton was not happy about it. It was not that he didn't approve of her choice; Dr. Reid was a very intelligent person and had all the right criteria. He however had one huge flaw; he was a Federal agent whose job was to put away killers. Clayton wanted his daughter happy but the risk was too high. He needed to finally get her home and show her who she really was. Once he did he was sure that she would realize that this Dr. Reid had to go.
Clayton put the picture down and pushed away from his desk. He walked out of his den and down the hall. He opened the door to the cellar and smiled when he could hear the muffled screams of his latest victim echo in the room below him. He stood there pulling on the gloves and grabbing his knife. He started thinking about the next note that he was going to leave with this body. He was no longer seeking Deliverance; he knew where she was. Now he just needed to get her to come to him willingly. He walked down the stairs and slammed the door behind him loving that the sound made his victim scream louder.