My own worst enemy

The letters

JESSICA'S POV

While we were driving back to the precinct i took my whole anger to Sebastian.

"Games? He wants to play freaking games with me? Do i look like someone who wants to play games?"

"Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down! Five people are dead because of me, no sorry, sorry, six people!... Stop the car!"

Sebastian looked at me for a second shocked and then returned his eyes to the road.

"Stop the damn car!"

He parked next to an alley. I stepped out of the car and started kicking the bins, punching the walls and screaming like a maniac.

"You done?"

"I haven't even started."

"What are you succeeding by acting like this? You are doing exactly what he wants. He has managed to get under your skin, to terrify you. Now get yourself together and come with me, help me take the upper hand again."

"Funny, i don't believe we ever had the upper hand."

"It's time to change that, come on." he said, we got back to his car and went back to the precinct.

When we arrived we headed straight back to my office.

"So let's see some of the evidence that we still hadn't, the letters." Sebastian said.

"Okay. Let's start with the new one."

"Do you want to play a game? Two truths and one lie. My name is Dean Smith. The next murder has already happened. Max was the second mark."

"Well we definitely know that his name is not Dean Smith, that means..."

"He has already kill another person and Max is the other mark."

"So what happened to you and Max back then is connected with what's happening now."

"Yeah but how?"

"Let's see the other ones."

"Cry over cuts and stitches not bastards and bitches."

"She is dealing with a serious drug addiction and trying to get through it. It's not my unwillingness to reconnect but she is not ready. Maybe now she is on the road to recovery."

"Anything that hurts you can teach you and If it keeps hurting you it's because you haven't learnt."

"Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is and what he wants."

"Listen bitch, before you start messing with me you should know that i don't play games... I win them."

"O-kay, well, hmm..."

"I know." i said.

"In the first, the third, the fifth and the sixth it appears to be talking to you."

"Yeah?"

"In the second one he is talking to you about the victim."

I looked at him confused.

"That means that you know the victim."

"No i don't. If i did don't you think i would remember and we would have finished with this case already?."

"Are you sure? Sometimes our memory makes us forget people that hurt us."

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't i forget you?"

"Let's just be professionals for a second okay?"

I laughed ironically and said "Sure."

"You are positive that you don't remember her?"

"Yeah 100 percent."

"In that case, we need to start looking into your past and not everyone else's."

I sighed in despair but said "Fine... What about the fourth one?"

"He is talking about himself. He sees himself as an artist, someone who has something important to tell the world." he completed and remained quiet and skeptical. "There is something else bothering me though..."

"Yeah i could tell, what is it? " i said and smiled awkwardly.

"How did he know that you went to see Max and send the sixth letter there?"

"Bash... What are you implying exactly?"

"I think someone from the precinct is working with the killer or is the killer himself."

"What?!"