Chapter 28: Playing of the waterfall

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"I should get going," Charlotte said once she, Dr Stark and Dr Loomis were standing outside the visitor's room.

"Um, I don't think so," both doctors said together. Charlotte raised her eyebrows. "Huh?" Dr Stark gave her the kind of stern look she'd given her just moments before.

"First, it's late. Second, it'll be even later by the time you get home. Third, we have one of our staff suites all ready for you. So you'll go and get some dinner in the staff canteen, on us of course and then get some sleep.

Dr Loomis spoke. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of contacting Colin, Emma and Dave to tell them where you are and what's happened. They are understandably horrified. But you're going nowhere tonight Miss Avery. That's doctor's orders."

Charlotte smiled at them both, blinking back tears. "Ok, she said, knowing arguing was pointless. She felt a great rush of affection and respect rise for both of them. Damn they were good people as well as doctors. "Then I'd better be a good little patient, say thank you doctors and take my medicine. Huh?"

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"Are you ready to see her?" Dr Loomis asked Michael as Dr Stark led Charlotte away. The killer nodded. Dr Loomis opened the glass door and Michael stepped through to his doctor's side. "Come on," Dr Loomis said. "No chains, let's go."

Michael silently followed him out in to the exercise yard and Dr Loomis led him straight towards the back. The water feature was behind a barrier so patients couldn't access it, the guards opened a small hatch with a key to reach the settings dial. Danielle was sitting on the bench beside it, fully asleep now. Joanne was standing at her side. The guard looked up when she heard footsteps and saw Dr Loomis and Michael approaching.

"Hi," Joanne smiled at them. "She's so tired poor thing."

"Once again because of Dawson," Dr Loomis sighed and glared in to the distance.

"Yeah," Joanne said sadly. Michael silently slipped past them and took his seat beside her on the bench, the only sound the softly playing water. Dr Loomis and Joanne couldn't help but smile at each other.

"Once she knows he's here she'll be so happy," Joanne whispered. "She's such a sweet woman, so trusting to very few thanks to that prick Dawson's damage! I can't believe I'm one of them."

"It's because you're damn good at your job," Dr Loomis said softly. "You've become very close to her and that means she respects and in the very rare occasion she needs to, does what you say."

Joanne looked at the water for a moment. "Yeah. I really regret saying to you that first day Fact is Jamie wouldn't do it so you had no choice but to ask me. God! It made me sound so reluctant! All because she was blind and I was out of my comfort zone! How selfish did that make me?"

Dr Loomis touched his guard's shoulder. "Hey, we've all learnt a lot since she got here. Not least the fact that Michael Myers does have a heart after all."

Joanne nodded, still looking bitter at her own words. "Seriously, what a bitch I was. I know why I have to. She's terrified of men too close to her you told me and if they are she could regress. I get it, I do. I've just… Never looked after a totally blind person before. I made it sound like she was some kind of alien from outa space or something!"

Dr Loomis smiled at her. "Remember the day she first crossed Michael's line?" He said, watching as Michael looked at Danielle's sleeping face. There was unmistakable emotion in the killer's eyes. Joanne noticed it too and Dr Loomis was sure she blinked back tears. If truth be told, he was close himself. Who'd have thought it? Michael Myers the silent, masked killer, looking at someone with such… Love in his gaze?

Joanne laughed quietly. "Yeah. You had a right go at me. What the damn hell were you doing? But you were right too you know. That really was a stupid mistake! Well, or not as it turns out, maybe the best of Danielle Hayward's hell of a life. But back then how were we to know that?"

Dr Loomis chuckled. They both watched as now Michael drew Danielle in to his arms and her head to his shoulder. This time, Joanne was sure the Psychiatrist had a tear in his eye. She reached out, took his hand and squeezed it. "I know," was all she said. But when Michael moved his head so Danielle's hand touched his left ear, Joanne saw the tear fall from the doctor's eye. She squeezed his hand again, blinking back her own.

"Aww," Dr Loomis said. "That's so sweet." Again, they smiled at each other.

"We should step back," Joanne whispered. "Give them some privacy. But oh it's so adorable!"

Dr Loomis nodded and they both withdrew a short distance away. They could still see them, but not hear.

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Danielle stirred slowly, at first unsure where she was. But when she heard the soft tinkling of water, she remembered. Her conversation with Joanne, her longing to be held by Michael while the water played, falling asleep in spite of herself. She was surprised to find she was still here. No one had woken her and taken her back to her cell. But why?

She made as if to move, but it was then she realised she couldn't. Something was stopping her. Or rather, someone. She knew immediately it wasn't Joanne. Her head was on someone's shoulder she realised, as at the same time she felt the soft skin of an ear under her hand. Her heart leapt and she had to fight every urge not to break down with happiness.

"Michael?" She breathed, hardly daring to believe it. "Is that you?"

The arms around her tightened and she felt the ear move under her hand. Yep, it was him. Now Danielle did blink back tears. Michael's hand started stroking her back as he held her close to him beside the softly falling water. Now Danielle had no choice but to let her tears fall. Michael pushed her head back to his shoulder, and Danielle broke down in earnest.

"Michael," she sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry! I didn't say any of that and Charlotte didn't write it! Of course I understand why you were unsure, I totally do! You've never had anyone trust you before and you've never trusted anyone yourself! But I promise you on my life I never said any of that to Charlotte! When Dr Stark read the letter to Charlotte and I we both nearly cried! Adam wanted you away from me, thinking he could get to me easier that way! He's terrified of you, that's why! I mean that's no crime we all are, but he's also a fucking coward! I don't depend on your protection Michael; I don't mean it like that! But I really care about you and all I want is to be close to you! I…"

She stopped herself. She had very nearly said I love you. God! She was so close to telling him! Should she just let it come out? Here? Now? Michael lifted up her other hand so both her hands were on both his ears and cuddled her close against him.

It was then Danielle Hayward heard it. The soft whisper in to her left ear. If asked later, she'd say it'd probably just been the waterfall and she'd imagined it, but right then, right there, she could've sworn she'd just heard Michael Myers' voice for the very first time. Three words, in a soft whisper meant only for her ears.

"Shh, I know."

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"Wow! Suite? This is more like a flat!"

Dr Stark chuckled. "They're for staff members who stay here over the week and only go home at weekends. Means they don't have to pay for hotels. Or rather we don't," she grinned.

Charlotte smiled back at her. The two of them were standing in the entry way of a huge suite. Complete with bedroom, bathroom, lounge and a small kitchen with basic tea and coffee facilities. The bathroom had a huge shower cubicle. "Too bad I'm only staying one night," she laughed. "Talk about luxury!"

The consultant chuckled. "You can stay as long as you like Charlotte, but I'm sure you have things to get home to."

Charlotte nodded. "Sadly yes. College, more's the pity," her face grew serious suddenly. "Or I would stay to help Danielle through this. That said, I hopefully don't need to now. Hey?"

Dr Stark smiled. A few minutes previously, Dr Loomis had told her over the radio that Michael was now with Danielle beside the waterfall. Charlotte had cheered quietly. "Yay, Adam's plan failed! That's the best news I've had for weeks!" Now, the doctor made as if to leave. Before she could stop herself, Charlotte had spoken. "Dr Stark, please may I talk to you? I mean is that ok? I know I'm not a patient and I'll pay whatever you charge for private sessions if you do them…"

Dr Stark cut her off, raising her voice a little. "You'll pay nothing Charlotte. You've been effected by this just as much as Danielle has. I told you I would talk to you if you needed it." She closed the door and sat on the desk chair. Charlotte sat on the huge leather sofa against the lounge wall. "I meant it."

Charlotte smiled at her. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "I really appreciate that." She paused for a second, then spoke again. "I know I said before that the abuse Adam had put me through was like child's play, but you're right, it was Domestic abuse. It was still no barrel of laughs. I guess in some ways it was worse for me than for Danielle. I could see when he was about to check my phone, read my texts and while he couldn't use blindness against me, he certainly used other things. Telling me what to wear, saying I couldn't wear makeup, texting me every five seconds when I was out, what are you doing, who are you with? Following me everywhere I went. Even when I was driving my car he'd follow me. I'm 20, a little older than Danielle and got my licence at 17. I never thought I'd have to learn how to drive to avoid a stalker. Take short cuts, change my routes, you name it. I ended up outside the police station more than once asking for help. For all the good it did. He'd just say he was worried about me or something at first, then later on when the cops got wise to it he stopped following me, unless he was sure he could get away with it and just phoned me instead. Constantly. I did what Danielle has and changed my number, but a so-called friend of mine gave it to him." She sighed a little sadly. "Someone who used to be like me. Believed Adam was Mr. nice guy. I just hope to dear God she doesn't get with him like I did and make that stupid mistake! I was, to put it in a way Danielle would laugh at, a sighted idiot who put my eyes before my head. Now I have a new number, thanks very much to you and your DV workers. I'm forever grateful for it. Danielle had told me countless times he was bad news and I never listened. All I wanted was for them to split up. Ha. Now all I want is to get away from him."

"But you are, aren't you? You're in a secure refuge?"

Charlotte nodded and looked down at the ground. "Christ Dr Stark! It's… horrible in there. Not the refuge itself, the staff are just as nice as you all are, from the Psychologists to the cleaners. It's… the victim's. Some of the women in there have scars so horrific, it's like…" she stopped again, as if she knew what she was about to say was crazy but couldn't help herself. "It's almost like being well, in a horror movie. They make hers look like scratches!"

"Hmm," Dr Stark said compassionately. "I understand what you mean. I've seen similar things myself."

"I'm sure you have," Charlotte said sympathetically, shivering a little. "I only have two friends in there and that's only because they're willing to talk to me. A lot of the women in there are so quiet, just stick to their rooms and only come out for meals. Even then some of them have food bought to their rooms. They're allowed to as part of the rules. We can't make each other socialise and I understand why some don't want to. Some of them don't even trust women, let alone men. I haven't told anyone in there our story though, we tend to avoid the subject of why we're there. No one wants to talk about it of course. No men are allowed to visit either and any woman who does has to have the consent of the woman they're visiting."

Dr Stark nodded again. Charlotte looked in to the doctor's kind blue eyes and wondered what horrors she herself had seen. In this job she'd probably seen everything.

"Dr Stark," she said slowly after a moment. Not sure if she should ask this question, or even if she did what answer she'd get from it. "I've been thinking. I know Danielle loves Michael, as do you I'm sure by now, although I know you can't confirm this. Do you think there's a chance he'll ever get out of here?"

Dr Stark looked at Charlotte closely for a moment before replying. "Well, that depends. But I can't say any more than that." Charlotte nodded, trying not to smile. She had a feeling she knew what the doctor was not saying.

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Adam was just beginning to doze off having kicked that night's whore out of the house when his phone rang. He glanced at his watch. It was just past midnight. So that meant there were only two people it could be. Chancer or one of Leach's goons. Unless it was the fucking pigs arresting him. Well they could fuck themselves. He picked up the call. "Hello?"

"Adam," said a voice, speaking in just above a whisper. Adam recognised it though. It was Chancer. "I can't speak for long," the woman killer continued. "The guards are watching me like a hawk and I think that quack Dr Loomis still suspects my iPod… isn't an iPod. So listen. I just saw Myers guiding Hayward in to her cell and going in with her an hour ago. Sorry my friend."

At first, Adam didn't fully register what Chancer had just said. Then gradually, it began to sink in. His plan had failed. Myers had guided the bitch back to her cell and what was worse he was in there with her to boot. No. This couldn't be. Could it? But it was.

"FUCK!" Adam bellowed, turning his head away from the phone so as not to shout in Chancer's ears. He was furious. Beyond furious, livid. But he was also scared. Michael Myers was one quite literally, deadly enemy he didn't want against him. Even if it was already too late for that, depending on what the bitch had told him, just as Edward had said. This, was bad.

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"FUCK!" Adam Dawson bellowed, luckily for him having had the forethought to turn his head away from the microphone so as not to blow Derek's ears off. Lucky for him, because otherwise Chancer would've killed him in a very slow, painful way. Not that he wasn't already considering doing just that, but this would've only made that desire stronger.

"Sorry Adam," he breathed. "I don't know what I can tell you. I can only go by what I've seen."

Dawson took a deep breath. Derek could almost imagine the little prick trying to reign in his anger. He smirked. He didn't like Dawson, that was no secret and part of him was glad the guy's plan had failed. Not because of Danielle, he couldn't give a shit about her besides fucking and killing her, but because it might show the arrogant idiot that not everything was about him. Bring him down a peg or two. He thought he was everyone's boss, not just women's. Chancer didn't like that at all. He was seriously considering just getting Dawson's money, then giving him a little… operation on his operating table. Newly restored with the prick's money, of course. After all, if he was paying for it, didn't he deserve to be the first to see what his money had purchased? All sorts of wonderful thoughts of what he could do to Dawson and then more women flashed through his mind and he was grinning when Dawson spoke again.

"I'm not giving up, Mr. Chancer. I am going to get to Hayward if it's the last thing I do!"

Which it very well might be at my hand no less, Chancer thought. Except for paying me a shit load before you die of course. "Ok," he said, keeping his voice neutral, trying not to let any of the excitement he'd just felt come out in his tone. "Well, try and text me ok? I can't speak for too long these days. In fact, guard's coming." He hung up.

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Adam knew he should probably wait until morning, but he was too angry. He picked up his phone and dialled the number of Leach's organisation.

"Yes?" Said a voice, this time it actually sounded like a man, thank fuck. Maybe they didn't use voice changing software at night as the risk was lower or something.

"I need to see someone," Adam said. "Face to face, as soon as possible. I have a request which I only want to make in person."

"Sorry that's not your decision," the man said. Adam felt his anger rise.

"Listen Sir, I'm the client in case you've forgotten. I'm paying you good money for this. Mr. Leach himself even said I give you profitable business, ask him if you don't believe me! Well if you want to keep that business, then I demand to meet someone face to face!" There was a short silence. Briefly, Adam wondered if he was going to pay for that little rant with his life. But then the man spoke again. "When?"

"Like I said, as soon as possible," Adam said.

"Hang on," the guy said and hung up. About five minutes later, he called back. "Fine," he said when Adam answered. "Mr. Leach himself will meet you at your café in fifteen minutes. But don't be late, he won't hang around."

"On my way," Adam said and hung up. But as he dressed at top speed, he started to wonder why. Why was Chris Leach meeting him? The crime lord himself at past midnight? Didn't he have goons that did all that work for him while he slept soundly? Or fucked whatever whore he pleased? As Adam thought this, he started to feel a little uneasy. Was this a bad idea? But it was too late now. Picking up his car keys, he got in to his car and drove towards the internet café, hoping his connection to life wasn't about to be disconnected as easily as a broadband connection could be.

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Chris Leach was angry. This guy Dawson was starting to demand a little too much from them. To meet now? Face to face? If he didn't have a very good reason for this Leach might possibly finish him off here and now. Not by terminating his contract either, by terminating his life. Chris Leach knew twenty-six different ways to kill people which would look totally accidental and leave no marks. Some were quick, others hurt. A quick finger strike to the throat and that would be the end of Adam Dawson. But he decided he'd see what the guy wanted first.

Leach smirked to himself. Maybe he should've sent Tulip, his deputy. Of course, Tulip wasn't her real name that was Sharon. But very few people knew that except for the organisation high ups. Her alias was an inside joke, total irony. Flowers were delicate, vulnerable, and delicate and vulnerable were two things Sharon, Tulip, most certainly was not. She was hard as nails and could make even the largest man quake. Leach suspected even Michael Myers himself would think twice before targeting her. Adam Dawson would get a nasty surprise if he tried any of his misogyny on her. Maybe next time he would send Tulip. That'd teach the guy a lesson. Leach wasn't a misogynist, but he was also indifferent towards women. As long as the whores he paid gave him good sex, he didn't really care either way. But unlike Dawson he was quite happy to get his own food, wash his own clothes and so on. Women were just there to fuck. He smirked again as he thought about Sharon. Even though she was married; they did enjoy a role around in the sheets from time to time. Leach knew her husband and suspected the guy didn't care. He wasn't in Leach's organisation and Leach suspected he hardly knew what his wife was doing half the time. But he was one violent motherfucker. If Leach needed someone beaten up, Tulip's husband was a good number to have in his phone. Maybe he'd set him on Dawson just for his own kicks.

When Leach got to the internet café, Dawson was already there. Good. "I don't have hours," he said as he got out of his Mercedes. "What is it? I warn you now, if you're here to cry about that incident again then…"

"No Sir," Dawson said quickly. "I promise you I'm not." Leach smirked. Dawson was scared of him. That was just fine with Leach.

They entered the unlocked and broken door, the owner giving them a brief nod before going up to his small flat above the place. Leach and Adam sat down at their usual table at the back, furthest from the door. Not that it was likely anyone would come in at this hour, but they were taking no chances.

"So?" Leach said. "What is it?"

Adam couldn't resist asking this question and suspected he was probably to use his father's words, digging his own grave, but he couldn't stop himself. "Why have you come yourself Sir? I would've thought you'd send one of your minions at this hour."

That is irrelevant to you," Leach replied smoothly, his tone quite clearly indicating for Adam to move on. "So I suggest you just answer my question. I will not ask you again. What is it?"

Adam shut his mouth. Probing further would just be stupid and potentially deadly. So instead he just took a breath before speaking again. "Apparently my letter plan has failed. Our inside man told me an hour ago that he saw the masked killer guiding the target back towards her cell." Adam had learnt from Leach's organisation early on never to use names in person unless absolutely necessary, as one never knew who was listening. Leach shrugged. "So? How's that our problem? It's yours."

"Yes I know," Adam said quickly. "Sir," he added. "But here's the thing. Our man says his… device isn't working when directed at that particular cell. That he can't hear anything she says. It works everywhere except when pointed at the cell I need it to work for! I'm paying him a shit load of money and it strikes me a bit suspicious that all of a sudden it's stopped working. I'm wondering if something's going on inside he's not telling us. Maybe the masked killer has got wind of it and our man is too scared to listen for us anymore."

"Hmm," Leach said thoughtfully. "So you think he might be lying about the device not working?"

"I don't know!" Adam said in pure frustration. "But I want to know why all of a sudden it's apparently stopped when pointed at her cell. He said he can't see her cell from his so they might have modified it, but how do I know that's not just an excuse? He could see it when going out in to the yard, couldn't he?"

"Not necessarily," Leach answered. "I've seen a layout of the block they're in and there are two doors leading out in to the exercise yard. One at one end, one at the other. If our man's cell is nearer one door than hers, they wouldn't take him past her cell to get out. It's designed that way for security reasons, duh."

Adam nodded. He knew that much already. Though he hadn't seen Smith's Grove himself, Chancer had told him that once before. "But that's just it! Damn it! I want someone to go in there and make sure he's not bullshitting us! Make sure he's not lying."

"But what if he is?" There was a slight grin on Leach's face now. "What if he is lying? What? Do you plan to join forces with Michael Myers after all and ask him to kill him for you?"

Adam knew Leach was once again mocking him. Join forces with Michael Myers? When the killer was protecting Adam's own target? The idea was indeed almost laughable. "Not fucking likely," Adam gritted his teeth.

"Well it's not like we can just send one of ours in to kill him for you," Leach said. "Security is way too high. Especially given your uh… previous stunt with the dwarf. They'll be on high alert now, I'm telling you. Anything which looks remotely like you're doing, they'll stop before a person or package gets anywhere near the hospital, never mind your target!"

Adam knew the crime lord was very probably right, but that didn't mean he had to like it or give in. He lowered his voice, even though they were the only ones there. "Can't you send in your man who gave our man the iPod? I obviously don't know who he is, but if our inside man trusts him, then he won't suspect we're suspicious of him will he?"

"Interesting play on words," Leach said with a chuckle. "Hmm. Maybe I could, but why? What are you hoping to achieve? He can check the device itself is working, but he won't be able to get anywhere near to the target's cell. You should know that, if you're not a complete idiot like I suspect you are!"

"Yes I know that Sir," Adam said quickly. "Then do you know any other way I can find out if her cell has indeed been modified in some way to stop the equipment working?"

Leach shook his head. "Nope, too dangerous. I don't even think it's a good idea to send the target one of our tiny cameras concealed in a packet of sweets or something. One, she won't know who it's from so probably won't open it if she's not stupid and two, the guards might check it before it even gets to her. Like I said, any person or package near your target will be intercepted. Plus, do you really want to take even more risks if your letter plan has just failed? If our masked killer friend is indeed protecting her? I'd say give up now while you're still alive."

Adam realised the crime boss had just quoted his father word for word. 'Give up now while you're still alive.' Were they right? But… "God damn it!" Adam tried not to shout. "You sound like my father, Mr. Leach Sir. I visited him in prison just today, well yesterday now and he said the very same thing. Give up now while you're still alive. He thinks it's too dangerous too! But damn it the bitch is mine! If I just give up, she'll think she's got away from me and I'm determined not to let that happen, Sir!"

Leach sighed. The man really was a stupid, arrogant prick. "You might not have any choice," he said evenly. "Sometimes you just have to let the fish off your line, Adam. Some of them are too heavy and dangerous to hook and reel in. I'd say she's one of them. Your bait has just failed to work and she is too heavily protected by guards and now a masked killer. I think your best bet is to just give up now, as your father and I have said, while you're still alive."

Adam gritted his teeth again, so hard he tasted blood from his bottom lip. "Can't you send your man in?" He asked. "I'll pay whatever you ask for it Mr. Leach. But I have to know one way or the other if the iPod is working. Ok he won't be able to test her cell, but at least I'll know if the iPod itself is working?"

"That's as maybe, but how will it help you? It still won't solve your problem, Adam."

"No, but at least then I'll know for certain it must be the cell and not our inside man bullshitting or lying to us."

"Why does it matter so much to you if he even is lying, Adam? He won't be leaving Smith's Grove, until the time comes for him to go to old sparky once the Lawyers have stopped trying to appeal it."

"That's definitely on the cards then?" Adam asked. Leach shrugged. "Looks pretty likely, which is why I ask you why waste your money on finding out purely if the iPod works? Are you wanting it for a Christmas present to someone afterwards? Leach smirked to himself.

Adam wished the man would stop mocking him, but he couldn't deny there was also truth in what he said. "Please," he said eventually. "Please Sir, just humour me?"

Leach hesitated, then shrugged. "Hmm whatever. It's your cash and if you keep going down this path," he stood up and stretched. "It'll also very probably be your funeral."

"Can't I use my other target?" Adam asked Leach as the crime Lord turned towards the door. "Like I did with the letter? Send the blind bitch a package of sweets with a hidden and tiny camera and maybe even one of your hard candy bugs in and say it's from the sighted target? She won't think twice about opening it then! She loves that bitch! I'll be able to see for myself then, or rather you or one of your men will Sir and can tell me whether her cell has indeed been modified and if so how. Maybe then we can come up with a way to get past whatever they've done to it. Stronger microphones or something. Our inside man told me the blind target phoned the sighted one in floods of tears about the letter. So if nothing else this will distress the sighted target all over again. She's mine too you know, I also intend to show her who is boss, Mr. Leach."

Leach turned, walked back to the table and slowly sat down again. "I suppose we could," he said slowly and Adam's heart leapt. "But it'll cost you a shit load for a hard candy bug to be posted. Someone will have to activate it once your target opens the package it's in."

Adam thought of another question and almost laughed as he asked it. "How will we stop her eating it?"

Leach smirked, acknowledging the question. "Hmm. Good question if I do say so myself, Adam. We could always attach it to the tiny camera, so she thinks it's just part of it. The wrapper is actually a wind shield on the tiny microphones, so it works wrapped or unwrapped. We could even put it in the little secret compartment on the back of the camera, so she won't even," he laughed. "See it. Pun intended. All being well, nobody will. But it'll cost you a very heavy price, Adam. Those bugs are very expensive and also require one of us to manually activate them."

Adam knew what Leach was, but at the same time wasn't saying. It won't be you, you're not in our organisation so you won't have that power. Adam knew better than to mention this though. "How much?" He asked instead. "I'll pay whatever you ask Sir."

Leach told him it would cost him one thousand dollars to get the bug in and Adam nodded immediately. "Plus another five hundred for the second visit to our inside man," Leach added. Adam nodded again. "Yes Sir, of course." Just one final question Sir," Adam said as Leach stood for the second time. "I'd heard through the grape vine that the dwarf was on tag. What happened to the tag? Otherwise the police would've identified him immediately. I saw on the news they were asking for an ID."

Leach nodded. "Ah, yes. That slight little… Problem. We cut it off and threw it in a river. They'll never track or find it again."

Adam laughed. "Brilliant, Sir."

"Why I thank you, Adam. But now if you'll excuse me, I'll wish you good night."

When Leach left the café, Adam remained in his seat, thinking over everything he and the crime boss had just discussed. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get to Danielle this time. Michael Myers or no Michael Myers. The killer would have to reach him first before he could kill him and there was no way that would happen. Finally! Adam thought as he finally stood up to drive home. Too bad bitch, I've got you this time and you quite literally, won't even see it coming!

…

Derek Julian Chancer, DOB 03/18/1970, is one of if not the most feared killer in the United States. Well, apart from perhaps killers like Michael Myers. But as Myers is now locked in a Psychiatric hospital for life, Chancer occupies that spot on the list. His crimes are almost legendary. He killed no fewer than forty-two women before his capture, gloating at and tormenting the police. His methods were so Suttle, no women thought twice. He'd take them out for wine and a meal in a restaurant near his house, discretely drugging the wine with a slow acting sleeping pill, before taking them back to his house. Chancer, being a good looking man (see photograph above) the women never hesitated. He would then lure them down to his basement, on the pretence he had something to show them. Perhaps in a sick, ironic way he did. Once in his basement, Mr. Chancer would tell them to lie down on what he called his "operating table." Which is indeed exactly what it was. However this particular table was covered in straps and manacles. By now of course, the sleeping pill he'd given them would be kicking in and they'd be too groggy to resist. Mr. Chancer would then tie them up, remove their clothing, rape them then kill them in a wide variety of very violent and bloody ways.

This much is only known from one terrified witness who managed to survive Mr. Chancer's Psychopathic plan. She told the police the very same story, so it is widely believed every woman he killed went the same way.

The details of his killings are considered too gruesome to be shared on this page. But suffice to say they consisted of torture most of us would never even think of let alone carry out. Mr. Chancer is now locked in Smith's Grove Psychiatric hospital, the same one ironically as Michael Myers. But while Myers will be there for life, it is very likely Derek Chancer will face old sparky, (the electric chair) once his Lawyers have exhausted all appeals. When Dr Loomis, one of the head Psychiatrists at Smith's Grove was asked why Chancer was facing electrocution and Myers was not, Dr Loomis replied, "Michael Myers kills, full stop. Thereby giving us reason to believe insanity. He doesn't care who he kills, why, or when. Mr. Chancer on the other hand deliberately and calculatingly targets women, planning each kill meticulously before executing it. I therefore cannot pronounce this man insane." Although of course nothing has been revealed to the press about what Chancer might've said if anything in his therapy at the hospital, we can reveal evidence from his trial. Derek Chancer had a troubled childhood. His father left him at the very young age of 3, running off with another woman. Mr. Chancer therefore blames this unknown female for his father's leaving and has since made it his mission to target, rape and kill women in punishment, believing they are all to blame for this. He said in his trial it was to 'stop other men from falling under their spells.' Whether he is talking about some form of witch craft which he believes this woman used is unknown. But his mother was heartbroken and Mr. Chancer appears to have chosen to kill women as his way to settle the score.

His Lawyers are using this evidence to keep him out of old sparky. Arguing he was hurt at a very young age and it had messed up his mind. Whether it will succeed remains to be seen. But either way he'll remain locked up for life if it does. Doctors at Smith's Grove have of course declined to comment further as he is currently still undergoing treatment.