Psycho

Unit 14

yo welcome again! case is not going so well for quest, phil's concerned and dan has loads of fun! hope you enjoy :)

Disclaimer: This story contains violence, gore, sexual content and strong language. Subjects covered might trigger some. If you are very sensible or easily offended, please abstain from reading.

"Look at this."

Quest threw the newspaper across the table. Wade picked it up and read the headline.

"Alpha?" He questioned. "Is that how they call him now?"

"It would seem so."

Quest scratched his stubble and sat down.

"It's short for 'alphabet' and the first letter of the Greek alphabet. Clever."

He rubbed his forehead and looked at Wade.

"Okay, let's go over all this again." He said. "Every victim met the killer- or should I say, Alpha- before they died."

Wade nodded.

"For Agana Baldwin, Bradley Cox and Emily Fontaine, it seems like it was just an unfortunate encounter."

"Agana Baldwin went out during the night as she usually does, Bradley Cox was intercepted after coming out of the nightclub and Emily Fontaine bumped into him to then bring him to her flat." Wade confirmed.

"Simply, this theory isn't consistent when it comes to Carrie Drysdale and Dave Evans..." Quest retorted. "They were in their house, and Alpha showed up. But why? How did Alpha know that C and D lived in that exact house?"

He paused.

"You said it yourself." Wade replied. "Alpha has the charm to seduce his victims enough to get their names out of them."

"So you're saying he met them before that night?"

"Not necessarily 'met', Quest."

"What, then?"

Wade grinned. He joined his hands together on the table and leaned forward.

"Someone doesn't need to meet another person to get their name." He simply spoke.

"He heard it..." Quest whispered to himself.

Wade folded his arms and sunk back in his chair.

"We didn't ask the right questions." Quest affirmed.

He got up, threw on his long coat and walked to the door.

"I need to talk to Sasha Hoover."

~ 

"Where are you going?"

Dan came out of the kitchen and crossed Phil in the hallway, his backpack on his shoulders. It was late afternoon on a cloudy Wednesday.

"Out." He simply replied.

"Where?"

"Does that matter?" Phil retorted a little bit too harshly.

"Uh, I guess not..." Dan said, confused. "I just thought I could ask... you know... courtesy?"

"Well, when I'm being courteous to you, you ask me to piss off, so..?"

"I never asked you to-" Dan began.

"Correct, never directly." Phil continued. "But you use really great euphemisms."