The coroner's didn't yield anything particularly unexpected; ligature marks, empty stomachs and bruised ribs. That is, not to say that any of it was any less disturbing. I mean, it was pretty gross. The ride to the police station was even less unexpected. We were silent most of the time, and I'm no expert on Miami, but I think we're almost there.
"Hey, Carter, can I ask you a question?" his voice jumps me.
"I, um, yes?" I'm not really sure how to respond, and I'm almost afraid of what he'll ask.
"What scared you so much about the families?"
"You know what it's like to be the twelve year old senior in a public high-school, I know you do. And from what I've gathered your family life was a lot like mine. Dad out of the picture, mom who would forget to take care of herself without help. That was me. My only family was a group of older kids who looked after me when my mom had her episodes. And one day, I didn't have that anymore. The leader in our group, you know, the oldest and most responsible and motherly, was murdered. My only family crashed and fell apart because one family member was gone. And do you know who killed her? Henry Grace," I shake my head. "Your team brought the person who tore apart the only family I was willing to call my own to justice. So why am I afraid of the victims' families? Because I've been the victim's family."
"Henry Grace killed your friend?" he seems to be in disbelief.
"Beautiful, brunette, missing from Chester, Virginia and never found. She was twenty-three." I try to blink away the single tear that rolls down my cheek.
Spender seems at a loss for words, "I didn't know. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"We're here," I say, wanting to change the subject.

Through the entire discussion, Spencer glances at me. I don't want him to feel so bad, he didn't know. How could he?
"Fiona Blanchard's mother said she was a normal teen-ager: obsessed with her phone, friends, and boys."
"Same as Charissa Gerald, Lily Harriman and Breanne Plozaj's moms."
"So we've got exceedingly average teen-aged girls, what does that tell us?"
"The UNSUB is a badboy?"
A knock on the glass divider grabs all of our attentions, "We've got a caller who claims to be the killer on the tip line."
"I want Carter to talk to him," Aaron says.
"Why me? I don't know how to talk to an UNSUB!"
"Do you know how to talk to a teen-aged boy?"
"No," I cough. Everyone looks at me funny. "Being twelve in high-school, you don't learn how to talk to teen-aged boys."
"Talk to him like you would your brothers."
"I'm an only child!"
"No you're not," Spencer looks at me seriously.
"Fine," I take a minute to compose myself before—
"Hello?" a boy's voice comes through the phone. "I want to talk to that girl. The one with the feds. The real hot one."
"This would be she," I take a deep breath.
"Oh wow," he laughs. "I should've gotten you instead of them. You're probably a lot more obedient, aren't you?"
"I wouldn't count on that," I feel like I'm going to puke. "Who is this?"
"Whatd'you mean? You know who this is. I saw you earlier. You looked right at me."
"I don't remember that, could you remind me?"
"I was working, and you came in. You were talking about some kind of thing with some runt. Some tall kid, I could snap him like a twig. I bet you'd like to see that."
I put my hand over the phone, "How long do I have to do this?"
"Fifteen seconds," Garcia whispers over the computer.
"Why would you think that?" I ask, just trying to keep the conversation going.
"I can tell. Those feds might think you're innocent, but I could see it. You live for guys like me. You want somebody just like me who can prove you're not as innocent as you look."
"And what told you that?"

"The way you looked at me. You wanted me. You wanted me to punish you because you know just how bad you are."
Am I crying? You've got to be kidding. I am so not... I am! Why the hell am I crying? I put my hand over the phone again and look back at Aaron. He nods and I give the phone to JJ. I find the nearest bathroom and my stomach lurches. What's wrong with me?
"Are you okay?" Emily asks from behind me.
"I'm fine," I say, stepping up from the floor.
"Then what's this?" she asks. Why does she have to care so much!
I shake my head as I take water into my mouth and spit it out again.
"What did he say?"
"He was talking about how 'bad' I am, he said I need to be punished. He said he could see it in the way I looked at him."

Since I don't have a gun, I had to stay at the police station. JJ kept him on the line, telling him that I would be back shortly. Soon he said that if she didn't put me back on the phone that he would hang up and get in his car and head to a buddy's where we couldn't find him. I could tell she was sorry when she asked me to get back on the line.
"Hello?" my voice's shaky this time, now that I know what I'm getting into.
"Baby, I'm sorry I made you cry. I would never really hurt you. I thought you liked it."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"I'll make it all better when I see you again. And I'll share my Adams with you, if it'll make up for it."
"Is that how you killed those girls?"
"Aren't you proud of me?"
"No, I'm not proud of you. Those girls had families who loved them very much."
"But you don't."
Through the phone I hear Aaron, trying to talk him out of his house.
"Okay baby, my chariot awaits. Soon I'll be there to visit you."
"You'll be here, but you won't be visiting me." I finally hang up.

Spencer comes in first, to tell me that they have him. A few local police officers come in, too, and then finally Aaron. In front of him, wearing cuffs, is my little phone conversation buddy. And what does he do when he sees me?
He winks at me.
I flinch and Spencer and Emily guide me into the room where our phone conversation was held.

A/N I think I will just forever switch up where the author's note is. Maybe next time I'll put it right in the middle of the story. Like, "And inside the desk drawer, a note pad sits. When I open it to the first page, I see, in big writing, 'A/N Please review!'" What do you think?
Anyways tell me how you liked the chapter in the reviews!