The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

36 | INTERESTING

When I arrive at the facility, Willow is asleep. She wakes up upon my entrance, jumping in alarm, but she relaxes when she spots me. "Camilo?"

I need to calm down. This was supposed to be a happy conversation where I broke the news to her about how she can come live with me again, and I still will do that, there's just more that we need to talk about now. I need to figure out how this all lines up because it's quite obvious that it's all correlated.

I only have a few more missing pieces. Once I figure those out, I'm sure I'll finally start to truly put it all together. I'll need Willow's help, though.

"Camilo? Is everything okay?" Willow asks me, sitting up and rubbing at her face. From the looks of it, it doesn't seem like she went to sleep very long ago. She's too mobile and lucid for that, usually if I wake her up when she's been sleeping for a while, she's a zombie.

"Not really," I answer her, hoping I'm not being dramatic. I don't have enough information to be making that claim, which I'm aware of, but still. This feels big. This feels like something I need to figure out as soon as fucking possible. I know it. I'm close.

I was brushing her off before, but now I'm determined. I will figure out who this copycat is if it's the last thing I do, especially now that I'm beginning to suspect they have some sort of vendetta against both myself and Willow.

Willow stretches, before scooting towards the edge of her bed and exiting it a moment later. She wraps her blanket around herself and walks over to me, frowning, eyes full of concern. I sigh, running a hand through my hair and wondering if I should start with the good news. No, probably not. The copycat is far too much of a pressing matter.

"What's going on?" Willow asks me, frowning. I purse my lips, wondering where I should even start. This is such a fucking shitshow.

"I need you to do some research on all of the copycat's victims up to this point," I tell her, watching her concern not waver in the slightest. I must look crazy or something. To be fair, I don't freak out like this often. This is different. I'm beginning to seriously regret not taking this all that seriously. Why did it take me this long to begin to truly dig?

"Uh, okay," Willow replies, continuing to look at me in expectation. When I don't specify, she just sighs, turns, and walks over to her computer. She moves her mouse around to take it out of sleep mode, and I watch her click through a few browsers before her screen stops making sense to me. This usually happens when she's sorting through databases. I think.

"What am I looking for?" She asks me, and I realize I am not giving her enough information right now. I'm just so distracted and stressed, I keep forgetting I need to keep her in the loop.

"I need you to see if all of them were involved in beauty pageants at some point in their lives," I notify her, and I watch her tense up. Right, that's why I wasn't telling her much information. I know it's probably good for her to be a bit freaked out, it likely helps her in terms of safety if she's at least a little scared. I don't like to see her like that, though.