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They seek power over their victims because they feel they have none in other areas.”
“How can we use this to our advantage?” Buxton directed the question to Wade. “There must be a way to throw him off his game, or at least to delay this next deadline of his.”
Release a false press statement about her that would throw him off his game.
Did he wear her necklace when he indulged his fantasies? The very idea filled her with disgust.
*shudder*
“I want to pull him back in close. Divert his attention from the public frenzy that feeds his ego.”
Say he has missed something that ths fbi has found???
“The only thing that could possibly entice him to give all that up is to offer him something he wants more.” He cut his eyes to Nina. “I believe Guerrera should try communicating directly with him again. If she’s amenable.”
“We would need to release the hold on his social media platforms,” Breck said quietly. “All of them cooperated fully with taking them down, but they may not want to put them back up knowing he’s fixing to put out more video.” “If we don’t release the hold soon, he’ll find another outlet that we can’t control at all,” Wade said. “He craves attention. He’s becoming addicted to his own game.”
Release it. It is the smarter way to go.
The fact that he had reached out to Buxton indicated he had news about the commercial genealogical database search.
Like Ancestry.com???
Nina wasn’t surprised the companies required permission from participants to turn over their data. A lot of questions had been raised when law enforcement obtained familial matches from a commercial DNA database to identify a suspect in the Golden State Killer case. After the headlines, some companies had opted to have participants sign agreements declaring their willingness or refusal to share their DNA profiles with law enforcement.
Ayyy that actually happened.
“There are twenty-seven half siblings spread all over the country,”
Damn
“While we were waiting on the results, we used DNA phenotyping to generate a composite image of the unsub. I’ll email it to you with the rest of our report.”
That's cool. I didn't know they could do that. I obv know how phenotyping works, but I didn't know they could do something that specific.
Nina knew the phenotyping process didn’t create a perfect picture of the person in question, but she had seen it come close in several cases. Special software could analyze a person’s DNA to predict characteristics such as hair color, eye color, facial shape, skin tone, freckling, and stature, among other things. At last, they would have an idea of what the Cipher really looked like.
That's cool.
For the first time in days, he smiled. “Ladies and gentlemen, we finally have a break in this investigation.”
Awe. Yay!
The Cipher was always surprised at how accommodating people were to the elderly. A useful human failing.
Human failing???
on his cane. “Thank you, sonny.”
Lmao the "elderly" characteristics.
The Cipher slowed his movements, getting awkwardly into the back of the yellow sedan.
Smart. Able to adapt.
The cabbie looked relieved. His fare money was not in jeopardy after all.
Lmao
“Any shelters just for homeless women and girls?”
Weird. Red flag, sir!
right in the heart of the city.”
The note...
“That’s real nice. You’re a good man.” The Cipher smiled. People believed what they wanted to believe. Saw what they wanted to see.
The irony.
As the taxi pulled away from the busy airport terminal, he sat in the back seat, going over his plans.
The first time he's flown.
There was another piece of information he needed, but he wasn’t sure if he should risk asking the cabbie. He did not want to be memorable in any way. On the other hand, the man was a font of information.
Doooo ittttt.
The old man getting off the plane at the airport would morph into someone else, and he would come back into the city tonight to start hunting.
He’d given them the perfect distraction.
The note???
A little chaos is a price I don’t mind paying.”
using their profiling skills
I would like to learn this.
Of course, once they interviewed the Cipher’s siblings and learned the name of the fertility clinic where they had been conceived, none of this would be necessary. Everything would be in the clinic’s database.
Then why do it??
He knew how to read body language. She could not afford to have him psychoanalyze her.
girl he pobs already has
Throughout her life, she had contended with abuse, neglect, and rejection. These she could handle, but warmth and compassion would undo her.
Damn :'(
You can tell he’s mean as a snake just by looking at him.”
That's an insult to snakes
Unexpected. A psycho killer’s sister had a passion for studying outer space.
headshrinkers,
Haha
I can sterilize a knife and—”
I-- girl!?!
Anna had managed to obtain two doctorates but had come loose from her moorings and gone adrift somewhere along the way.
Sad
He appeared to be stifling a massive eye roll. “I’ve run across this before due to my . . . appearance.” He pinched the bridge of his nose under the thick black frames of his glasses. “There are people who believe in a race of humanoid extraterrestrials from the Pleiades star cluster who resemble Scandinavians. They are referred to by UFOlogists as ‘Nordics.’” He grimaced. “This is as opposed to the ‘Grays,’ who are small and gray skinned, with large dark eyes.”
Why tho??
both middle fingers in the air.
“And I’m afraid I’ll also have to wipe your memories.”
MIB style
“Superior offspring?” Breck pursed her lips. “He collected eggs and sperm exclusively from Caucasian donors screened for optimal genetic health and a genius-level IQ.”
Racist mf
“The obituary mentions a surviving son. He would probably be in his forties by now.
The cipher????
“He’s no commando, he’s a poser.”
Oh?
Borr is the father of the one-eyed god Odin, who is Thor’s father.”
O-kayyyyy… and what does that have to do with anything??
“Were you one of the children conceived in the clinic?”
Yes?? But the timeline doesn't add up
“If the empanadas do not make you feel better”—she pulled a pint of tequila from the other apron pocket and plunked the bottle on the table next to the casserole—“try this.” She burst into tears and left.
Lmao … i mean, she's not wrong.
Somewhere over the Midwest
Oof. Cornfields
cochino
trans. "filthy"
carne asada
trans. "roast"
The Nina Guerrera show had ended, and he was aroused.
Yuck
No one would come home while he was still here.
Kids? Grandkids?
He slid a green-and-white bar of Irish Spring around on the wet cloth and went back to work.
Someone else's used bar of soap
toweled off
Is the author british?
the rock he had put in his shoe in Georgetown when he was disguised as a delivery man with a limp.
Interesting look at his tactic
