11-07-2012, 05:45 AM
The ride felt like it took hours. Caleb was watchful to ensure he stayed below the speed limit. He didn’t want any unwanted attention. He counted his nightly crimes; assault of an officer, fleeing the scene of a crime, and now driving under the influence.
This night was nothing in comparison to his old life of crime. Part of Caleb missed it the excitement of it. However, working for Lewis made its own excitement, and had far greater reward.
The streets were empty and the streetlights were hypnotic, to stop from falling asleep Caleb turned on the radio. The woman on the news was talking about the murders that have been plaguing the city, and she was speaking with some doctor who studied killers.
“The ritualism shows that the killer feels he is working for a higher power. Trying to appease some tribal and archaic god.” Said the doctor, “The only thing that separates this man from that of your common psychopath is his ritualism, there is no pattern to his killing as Bundy, or any other killer you would find in a text book. If there is a pattern it eludes both myself, and the others in my field.”
Caleb continued to listen as the doctor spoke of other killers, and some crimes that haven’t been solved that could be early work of the killer.
After a left and quick right he was in front of the large high rise. The guard in the lobby nodded as Caleb entered, and moved toward the elevator.
Within moments he was up at the top floor pent house. The door opened and Caleb stated forcibly and matter of factly, “Terra, its time”
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