Jon had pretended to go toward the kitchen but snuck out a side door. He was angry. He'd been so close to Natalia, and his rage had almost gotten the better of him when he saw her sitting in Hayden's arms. She had never been like that with him. He never understood when people said you could feel how much two people love each other, but he now understood after being in their presence for a few minutes. He may be unable to feel anything himself, but their love for one another was so strong it almost choked him. He walked across the street and sat at an outdoor table at a small restaurant. Even if Jon had been unable to touch them, their food had already been poisoned. Nothing too intense, just enough to make them sick. He wanted to get them out of the hotel where they would be more vulnerable. As he waited, he began getting nervous. Did he use too much? Were they lying up there dead? After about thirty minutes, he was getting worried that he had accidentally overdosed h

Andy got to Dennis' within thirty minutes. The detective had everything set up in one of the conference rooms. He had two dry-erase boards covered with pictures. One had photos of the murders, and the other had the pictures taken from Hayden and Natalia's home. "Wow, this guy is sick. He's a cocky son of a bitch because he doesn't even care if people know who he is." Andy studied the murder pictures, and a few things were clear. He was murdering women who looked like Natalia. He enjoyed the dismemberment of the bodies, and he was escalating. "Are Natalia and Hayden in protective custody?" He asked, looking at the pictures of them in their apartment. Andy had seen the video of Natalia being hit by the car and was amazed she was still alive. "They are staying in a penthouse at a hotel. We have officers there, and they have their own security. However, with those precautions in place, Jon was able to get into their hotel room. He wore a prosthetic mask that looked like

"What did you find?" Hayden asked as he pushed Natalia over to the couch. "My men and I spent the entire night looking over the videos of Jon killing the women. We found a piece of mail on the floor, but we couldn't quite make out the address. So we came up with a list of possibilities based on what we could see. I had them check each one. This one is the only one that looks like a hit." Dorian turned the laptop toward them and flipped through the pictures. Natalia gave him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry you had to watch those videos all night. It couldn't have been easy." She said, and Dorian shook his head. "No, it wasn't, but hopefully, it will help us in stopping him from murdering anyone else," Dorian answered her with a slight smile. "I don't want to say anything to Dennis. If we can get him ourselves, let's do that. I'm done playing with him." Hayden looked at Natalia, and she was staring at him with concern. "Do you think it's a good idea to take this into

"I'm going to make a call. I'll be right back." Dorian stepped out of the room to call Hayden. He couldn't let this woman go home because he was sure Jon would come for her. He also wanted to avoid calling the police and getting them involved. Dorian wanted to ask Hayden what he should do with her. "Hello?" Hayden answered while putting the phone on speaker so Natalia could also hear. "We have a situation. We were right. This is Jon's kill location. However, he had a wire trap set, so it alerted him when we picked the lock. He was able to get away, but we have the girl he'd brought here. Luckily we got in before he had a chance to hurt her. The issue we're having is that he took her phone and wallet when he left, so he has her home address. I'm not comfortable letting her go home when I'm almost certain he's going to come after her." Hayden looked at Natalia. He could tell she was upset they hadn't gotten Jon and concerned for the young woman. "Is she willing to c

"I know I'm safe here, but hearing a direct threat shook me a little," Krista said, still looking at Dorian. He wanted to put an arm around her, but he didn't have the nerve to do it. "We won't let him get near you. At least he doesn't know where you are." Dorian said, trying to calm her. "Can you see where he went after he left my job?" Krista asked, looking back at the screen. Dorian started looking at the cameras again, switching from one camera to the next as Jon walked down the street. The nice thing about New York is that the city has cameras everywhere. Dorian had learned to hack into them long ago and used them many times. Krista was once again impressed by the speed he was able to track Jon. His large fingers flew on the keyboard so fast that sometimes she felt hypnotized. They followed him to a restaurant, where he stopped to get lunch. They saw him waiting to cross the street, and he was in the middle of a crowd when he started to walk in the crosswalk.