He was a quiet kind of guy, plain except for his baby blue eyes and curly, dark brown hair. He was incredibly attractive, but he never saw himself that way with his sweaters and black, usually leather vests as they tended to last longer.
He was a writer that cared about the environment and actually possessed a degree or two in environmental biology and surrounding studies. Even went so far to acquire a teaching degree but after serving as a teachers aid for about six months, he decided that most students just didn't appreciate it or have the kind of eye he did. Always feeling there was something missing in his life, he moved to New York on a whim.
He went back to school out of boredom and still not sure what to do with himself. It was not until he was sitting in an Entomology class that something piqued his interest. A Man had wandered in to ask the professor about spiders at the end of class.
It was nothing special of course, but it was the bits of conversation he managed to over hear as he lingered behind. Something about a murder, and weird spiders found at the scenes. "Scenes?" So there was a serial murderer in New York and no one knew about it? "Something like that is never kept under wraps." He thought.
The odd man left, and the student followed. He had to see the spiders, and hoped with all his heart the other man, some sort of detective he guessed would lead him there.
"Were here. Did you think I didn't notice you in the classroom, you could barely get that book away because you couldn't take your eyes off me. So, is it the murders, or the spiders that have caught your fancy?"
"How? You didn't even turn around."
"It's easy when you feel eyes piercing through you. Now murders or spiders?"
"I'd by lying if I only said spiders."
"Ah, good man!"
He couldn't help the curious look as the detective fellow clasped his hands together before crouching under the yellow crime scene tape.
"Are you coming, uh-?"
"Reese, and yeah."
Curious look fading, there was a smirk and Reese followed the detective under the tape into the house. Questions about the scene ran through his mind, but then, so was the nameless detective, he had just allowed a man, a civilian no less to enter the crime scene with him.
"Hey, how do you know I'm not the murderer and I want to see my own work?"
"I'm Veger, I know everything."