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Killer Insight

With bodies showing up all around the city and people fearing for their lives the police department becomes desperate.
With the killer leaving no evidence or clues their is no where for the detectives to even start.

With bodies still piling up the detectives make a dangerous move. One of the killers that the detective locked up a while back helps them think of any reasons why the killer is doing what he's doing and how to stop him.

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"What do we do?" The detective questioned.

"We've got nothing, no clues, evidence or ideas." Another stated from the back.

I stood and thought long and hard, when I got an idea I knew no one would like.

"So we have no ideas, clues or evidence. We're not killers so we don't have any idea, but I know who will."

"What do you mean?" The detective questioned again.

"We need a killers insight."

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I watched as the security guard slid open the door. I took a couple steps until I was in the room. I stared at him, as he smirked back. I took a seat opposite him.

"That orange suits you" I smiled.

"Thank you, now what is it that I can do for you? I doubt it's much, I can't even pee without you all watching me."

"Just a safety precaution, it could be acid."

He snickered "I see you haven't lost your sense of humour."

"I didn't realise that was funny."

"Well, being stuck in a cage 24 hours a day for your whole life does that to you."

"I can see that." I smirked "but as you can tell I'm not here to share jokes, I need your help."

"Wow, my help. The great detective Emerson needs my help, ah, I'm honoured."

I ignored his comments and continued. "There's a killer roaming around the city killing anyone and everyone, we have no clues, evidence, nothing. We don't even have anywhere to start." I stated.

"And you need me to track him?"

"Well you're a killer, I was hoping you could look at some of the crime scenes and see it from your point of view, see if there is something you see that normal people don't." I smirked and he smiled releasing a slight chuckle. 

I slid over the crime scene photos. He took them and stared at them. I watched him as he studied them, his facial expressions changing with each photo.

"What do you see?" I asked.

"Who took these photos? I can't see anything. I need to go to the crime scene, but I can tell you one thing, your killer will strike again. He enjoys it." He slid the photos back.
"This killer you're looking for, is mercy less, he cares for no one or nothing. You should be careful detective, you wouldn't want to cross this guy." I stood up and walked out with chills going down my spine. As he shouted "good luck, you're going to need it."

This is just a draft. This has not yet been perfected.