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A few clicks of a remote had his wall size flat-screen TV turning on to the local news station.  He spent the next thirty minutes listening to the reports and pouring over the newspaper jotting down notes and information.  One particular case on the news caught his attention and had him looking up.
    “The young woman has been missing for three weeks now and frantic pleas from her parents for her safe return have gone viral in a heart breaking video posted on social media sites.  Layla Hunt, eighteen, was last seen in New York City outside a theatre on 43rd Street.  She was visiting the city with two girlfriends who have both given statements to the police.  Foul play is suspected; a source tells us that this investigation has ties to the string of unsolved murders in the Louisiana a few months back.  If you have any information that could lead to the safe return of Layla Hunt, please contact authorities immediately.” Cian chewed his salmon thoughtfully as he recalled the details of the murdered women from a few months back.  Apparently, the killer had a sick fetish for blood and got off on torturing the women for days before disposing of them.  The trail had gone cold; that was until now when the killer had evidently resurfaced in New York City.  He made several notes in his file to remind himself to do some digging.  He’d never had a serial killer as one of his patients before but there was a first time for everything.
    “—vigilante.  The Watcher is what they’re calling him.  A man in the shadows that’s protecting our city without us knowing about it.” Cian’s head snapped up and his eyes locked on the annoying, bubbly, former weather girl, Rae Kelley.  She’d recently been appointed to a news anchor position and now every night at the city was treated—or tortured depending how you looked at it—to her presence on their screens relating the latest news.
    “Criminals that have previously escaped persecution are conveniently ending up dead not long after they’ve been released from their charges.  Is this a coincidence?  Or does the city really have a protector watching over us and ridding us of criminals that have gotten away with unspeakable crimes?  I’ll be looking into these cases over the next few weeks and reporting on my online blog, Rae’s Ramblings , so be sure to keep it locked on Channel 15 and bookmark my site.”
    Cian launched the remote across the room in disgust.  How the hell had they picked up on the deaths not being accidental?  And some dimwit weather reporter at that?
    “Fuck.” he swore.  If they’d figured out that the criminals that skipped out on punishment were slowly going missing, and ultimately ending up dead, it was only a matter of time before their “investigation” lead them straight to him, and that was something he couldn’t have.  He’d have to speak to Reynolds about the OR notes and be sure that everything was iron-clad to show that the deaths on his table had been accidental and nothing more.  His reputation would hold through some scrutiny but not something on a scale as large as this.  He needed a plan and he needed it fast.  The urge to kill was becoming stronger with every passing day and waiting the twenty-three days to take another victim was damn near killing him.
    Feeling wound up, he rose from the table and dumped his dishes in the dishwasher.  He needed release to get rid of the tension coiled inside him after watching that news broadcast.  Walking into the living room, he grabbed his phone and scrolled through the numbers. None of the women jumped out at him and he fucking knew why.  That intern with her unique, wide, olive-colored eyes was on his mind a hell of a lot more than she should be.  Her stare had burned into him from the first second he’d spotted her in the parking lot after he’d nearly mowed her down when she’d been standing stupidly in the middle of the road.  Thinking she was some new nurse, he’d