Clayton tossed the body down on the ground cursing. He wasn't getting any younger and it was getting harder and harder to get rid of the bodies. He looked around glad that he had chosen this spot in the brushes. The body would not be discovered until the morning. He smiled trying to think of how Deliverance would react when she heard of this discovery.
He kneeled down and pulled the sheet off her torso ensuring that whoever stumbled upon the body would see the hole in her chest and know that it was a body laying there and not some other trash. He dug in his pocket and pulled out the note that for Deliverance. He stuck it in his victim's mouth. He then dug into his pocket and pulled out the picture he had of Deliverance with Dr. Reid. He shoved it in his victim's heart. He was also sending a message to Dr. Reid. He wanted the agent to know that there was no one who was going to take his place in his daughter's life.
He stood up and looked down at the body. He smiled remembering all the things he had did to her and how she had screamed for mercy. He did regret killing her but it was evitable. All his victims died at one time or another. His methods and instruments of torture always ended in death for his victims. Death released them and released him as well in a way. By their deaths his soul was cleansed and he felt refreshed. He had spent years killing for a purpose; to get his daughter back. He had used the bodies to let Deliverance know he was searching for her. Now that he had found her, he could go back to his real purpose of killing; cleansing his soul and the world.
He turned and walked away thinking about all the things he would do once Deliverance was by his side again. He remembered the old days when she had been a child and had helped him. He couldn't wait for those days to come back. He climbed into his black van and slammed the door. This was his empire of blood and he wanted to pass it on to his daughter. It was his legacy and he wanted her to have it and love it like he had.