They took too much.
Left too little.
I had nothing to lose... until her.
TW: The following content includes themes of sex, sexual abuse, trauma, etc. Reader discretion is advised. If you are not comfortable with these topics, please consider skippin...
"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." —Albert Einstein
MIKHA
"We know from the previous five killings and the mutilations that sexual frustration and possible rejection were the main motives." Even though I feel like there's a lot more to it. "Maybe the unsub feels inadequate, possibly from rejection or something even larger that happened in the past. We need to find a link, and it starts in that town. Gwen and Sheena have returned to Delaney Grove, searching for anyone who might speak. For now, the rest of us will remain here where the last killing happened. It's the freshest crime scene," I tell the group.
They grab their folders and files, and I head to my office, feeling too tired to think straight. For the past two weeks, I've either crashed in my office or driven home for a few hours of sleep.
Unlike most serial killers, this one isn't escalating in time scale or risk factor. He's not getting bolder, which means he's staying smarter. Which sucks for us, because he's not making any mistakes.
The trail is going to go cold. One more week, and there could be another body at our feet.
My phone dings, and I look down at the text, smiling when I see who it is. I have no idea why she bothers speaking to me, since all we've done is text or talk over the phone since the day I had to bail on her at the coffee shop.
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That has me smirking.
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I mentally count the months since the last time I even had time to think about sex. By month five, I stop counting, because it's just depressing. I'll need a few dates with my hand before I try taking on Aiah and embarrassing myself.
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My brow furrows as I read her last text.
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That has me smiling and laughing to myself as I sit back and look at the clock. It's after nine, but I really want to see her right now.
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I fist pump the air, then look up to see a few curious eyes on me through my open office door. Feeling like a fourteen-year-old jackass, I message her again.
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Groaning, I glance at the time, then at my computer screen. Deciding to totally abuse my privileges, I do look up her address. But that's all I research. Grabbing my phone, I pull up my GPS, grab my 'go bag' from the office, and jog down to my car.
Since it's wishful thinking and incredibly presumptuous to bring a bag, I toss it in the back, hoping she doesn't notice it and realize I'm expecting a lot more than I should be. Obviously I'll leave as soon as I get there if she wants me to, but I'm really hoping she doesn't want me to leave.
Because Aiah Arceta has been in my head since the day I met her, and it'd be nice if someone noticed I was missing.
