The murder scene was like something out of a horror movie. Like every time before it. Blood sprayed on the walls and pooled on the bed and floor. Parts of the victims bodies arrayed in a twisted work of art nailed to the wall, and his signature.. a single W. One of the new officers takes one look at the scene and runs out past two detectives to throw up.

"Must be new," the one jokingly says to the other. They walk into the scene and scan it, looking for something that will lead them to this monster. Lieutenant Floyd walks up to the men.

"Richard," he says shaking the first man's hand. "Jake," he says to the second.

"Looks like more than one this time," Jake says looking at the wall where two men wearing gloves are removing remains.

"Harold and Judith Adkins," the Lieutenant says walking the scene. "Both retired. Not too many friends. Neighbors didn't hear a thing."

"It's the same guy," Richard asks looking at the bed as a crime scene photographer takes pictures. "Damnit. Serial killers." Jake looks a a bag with several bloody nails.

"The W on the wall is something he started doing after the first," Jake says, "but the nails and arranging the pieces is something new. I don't like it."

"Hey, I don't like it any more than you do partner," Richard says to him.

"I don't like it not for what he did," Jake says looking at him, :but for the fact that he's getting better and more into what he's doing." The Lieutenant walks over to them.

"By the way, this is NOT a serial," he says. "We got enough crazy people coming in claiming responsibility for this to gain some kind of fame or whatever." Jake nods.

"I never got that," Richard says as they walk from the room. "Why would anyone want to claim responsibility for something so horrible?"

"Some people see horror," Jake says somberly. "Others see an unsigned work of art." Richard laughs at that and pats him on the back.

"That's why your my partner, Jake," he says laughing as they walk outside. "Cause you've got a way of seeing it through "their" eyes. I'm off in a few.. meet me at Langley's. First round's on me," he says getting in his car. Jake watches him pull off and gets a text message. Opening it, he recognizes the number and a chill runs up his spine. The text reads in capital: TELL HIM! He shakes his head.

"No," he says talking to himself and getting into his car. Another text comes, and he nervously reads it. Closing his phone, he sadly sighs. "You do it."

"You have no clue what you're talkin' about,"

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