US Marshal Nathan Green sat in front of a committee. They wanted to know his opinion on how the SCTU was going to work. Nathan had some thoughts, but he had no intention of telling them these. Maybe taking the advice of Caleb hadn’t been his shiniest moment.
“Marshal Green, do you feel like they are trained enough to handle these situations?” Peter West, once a beat cop, now a department head at the NSA, asked him.
“I feel training for the SCTU will need to continue.” Nathan answered. “I know this doesn’t look like a successful case, but we aren’t dealing with meth heads or bond jumpers. They are dealing with serial killers. Everything about hunting serial killers is different. They were smart enough to change the profile and find the right suspect, something the FBI was unable to do.”
“So you believe the case would not be solved without the SCTU?” Peter asked.
“I do,” Nathan agreed. “Remember this is all very new and very different than what we thought was going on with serial killers. Imagine how effective they will be in a few more months, with a few more cases under their belt.”
“Fine, we want more training and you’ll have to find a replacement for Brock Lowman. This group needs a psychiatrist on staff.” Peter stood. Everyone else stood. They all walked out of the room without saying a word to him.
Nathan stood, rooted in place for several minutes. They weren’t up to the task at hand. He could see this. They didn’t need a psychiatrist, they needed more psychopaths. Only Ashby had performed as expected. Everyone else was too normal to handle the job.
Most people would have been surprised to know that Nathan’s twenty-one-year-old son had predicted as much. Caleb Green was a psychopath and understood more about how other psychopaths worked than anyone Nathan had ever met, except for maybe Eric Clachan. It had actually been their idea to find someone like Ashby and put him in charge. At least for now, as the group grew and evolved, Eric had some other suggestions for the SCTU personnel, including his sister.
However, she was still only sixteen and he had a spot or two to fill. Her time would have to wait. Right now, he had to go talk to an FBI agent who worked with the Bureau of Indian Affairs and figure out if he was crazy enough to join the team. Nathan wasn’t entirely sure about him. He definitely wasn’t going to be leadership material, he was a little too crazy for a position of power. He also didn’t seem to like women very much, he thought they were weak. Talking to him wouldn’t hurt though, Nathan needed crazy people and there just weren’t that many that were willing to spend all their time chasing serial killers. It was a dark path to go down.