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LEDET RUBBED HIS ACHING eyes. He needed to make an appointment with the eye doctor. He’d strained his eyes so much over these last few months, his contacts weren’t doing their job anymore. It was getting harder and harder to see the computer screen and forget about reading. He brought the papers up to his face to make out the words. He blamed the headaches on his poor vision, but that was not entirely true. This case gave him tension headaches. He felt it move from right between his shoulder blades up and through his skull. By the end of the day, it was almost more than he could take.
He let out a deep breath as he looked over the notes from Hutch’s last vision. It was so eerie how she saw and felt what these unfortunate victims went through. Each kill seemed to be the same with the escalation of violence.
Now, she saw the killings through the killer’s eyes, which was disheartening. If only she knew what the killer was saying. There was no doubt he was angered.
He knew that Alex felt this all went back to the killer’s mother, but what if it didn’t? What if Alex’s Freudian theory was wrong about him hating his mother? The more Alex spoke, the more his theory did sound convincing.
At first, he was surprised Alex offered his help, especially for free. His original concerns were unjustified. It just went to show that gut instincts were not always correct.
They had to wait for the killer to make a mistake. Even the lab wasn’t able to find anything useful. There were a couple of fibers under the latest victim’s nails from run of the mill clothes, but that was not enough to go on. Their only hope was that Hutch would see something in more detail which could help them.
She could feel the rage building inside of him, and the room seemed to be charged with hatred as she talked about it. With that much rage, he would make a mistake soon.
He stared into the night. Was their killer out there right now hunting? Would they get a call saying another body had been found or would Hutch call to say she had yet another gruesome vision? He felt a twinge of guilt move through him just thinking about it.
It was getting difficult to tell the victim’s loved ones of their untimely deaths. As selfish as it may sound, he wasn’t sure if he could do it again. It took a little piece of his soul every time. He had reached his limits and couldn’t stand to face another pair of sorrowful eyes as they waited for the news.