A Father's Daughter

Chapter Nine

We catch the killer the next day. His name is Charles Kane and his wife was an addict who's drug of choice was heroin. She was in and out of rehab their entire relationship until she overdosed three months ago. Which led Charles to spiral and start killing any and all women who reminded him of his wife. We arrested him while he was trying to abduct his next victim. Thankfully she's okay and we put another bad guy behind bars.

That was two days ago and Spencer and I still haven't had a chance to be alone since that night in my hotel room. I sit at my desk and I can't seem to focus on my paperwork in front of me. Half the team, including Spencer, are teaching a course on profiling to the new recruits and the rest of us are doing some much needed filing. I'm supposed to be transcribing old case files so that Garcia can add them to our digital database but I can't stop thinking about everything that happened with Spencer.

I'm still surprised that I opened up to him the way that I did. Up until now I couldn't even think to tell anyone about my mom. I didn't even tell my father that I was the one who found her that day.

I met my father for the first time in 2007 before he started killing again in 2009. I was in my junior year of college and he approached me while I was working as a waitress at a 24 hour diner in Boston. He'd been coming in almost every day for a month before he told me who he was. I didn't believe him at first. My mother told me that my father died before I was born and I believed her.

But then he showed me a photo of him and my mom and told me how they met when they were in high school. When they found out she was pregnant, she told him she was going to terminate the pregnancy. She moved to New York to pursue her dream of being an actress and he never spoke to her again. He assumed that she followed through and got an abortion.

But he got curious about her a few months ago and decided to look her up to see if she ever had her Broadway debut. He found that not only was she never on Broadway, but that she had died and left behind an eighteen, now twenty one, year old daughter. That's what drove me to believe him. My mother never told anyone about wanting to be an actress. She always said it was too embarrassing to admit since she had never booked anything.

After that night, he would come in whenever I was working and we would talk. He would ask about my childhood and I painted the pretty picture I thought he'd want to hear about. I told him about the Sherlock Holmes books, the endless trips to museums, the off-off-off Broadway theater. I didn't ever tell him about my mothers drinking or drug abuse. When he eventually asked how she died, I told him a lie. That she was in a mugging gone wrong and the guy shot her when she tried to fight him off.

He would share things with me too. At first it was things about my mom, what she was like when he knew her. Then he told me some things about him. He told me about how he was adopted at the age of nine after his parents were in a car accident and how he and his girlfriend were victims of the Boston Reaper in the 90's. He gave me 'fatherly advice' like to not trust anyone, to be strong minded, to never show any sign of weakness.

His narcissism was obvious from the beginning but I never thought he was a serial killer until he told me in late spring of 2009.

I had just graduated from Boston University and he even came to the ceremony to congratulate me and say goodbye. I was about  to move to Quantico, Virginia to start my FBI training. But the night before I left, he surprised me at my apartment. I let him in and I instantly noticed that he was acting frantic, as if something big was about to happen and he couldn't contain himself.

That's when I saw the blood on his shoes. He told me who he was then. In typical serial killer fashion, he initially threatened to kill me if I tried to call the cops, but I didn't want to. He was the only family I had left, the only connection to my mother that I have.