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A short message to all
readers: Please help me fill up this category and write some Watcher
slash too. There is too little of it on the net.

Morningstar: Thanks for
your review, although I find it a bit disturbing to be told, that I'm
good at writing a serial killer's POV. By the way, you missed the The
Watcher category, because it wasn't there. I requested it, because
nobody took notice of the story, while it was located in the Misc
section.

Chapter 4 - Hunting

Joel, Mitch and
Detective Hollis stood in front of the magnified photos, looking for
clues about the identity of the young woman. The most remarkable
about her was, that there was absolutely nothing special about her.

Not very tall, dark
hair, light eyes, light skin. She was sitting on some stairs,
drinking a cup of coffee, while she intently
peered into a book. There were some people walking around her, but no
clues as to where the stairs were located. They had already given her
photo to the news, who had fallen over it like vultures.

“Mitch. Try to find out, where
the coffee cup is from and what kind of book she is reading.”

Eager as ever, the
young agent immediately left. Joel continued to scan the photos,
concentrating on anything unusual. But there was nothing. Damn it. It
was already half past ten and they had nothing. Nobody knew her,
nobody had seen her, it was frustrating. Quickly swallowing his
migraine medication, Joel tried to concentrate.

“I can't believe the bastard
was at the crime scene.” Hollis had wandered over to the photo
of the last victim, studying it once again.
“How did you get the photos this time? I didn't have the time
to ask before.”

Joel felt guilt at
remembering both his dream and the photo he had shoved into his
cupboard, but still managed to keep his emotions from showing on his
face. If they knew what had really happened, he would be in
protective custody before he could say 'David Allan Griffin', so he
really had no other chance than lie to them. Or at least, that was
what he told himself.

“I found them at my door. He
must have shoved them through sometime during the night, while I was
asleep.”

“Probably we should watch your
flat.”

“He'd never try to come close,
if there was some some kind of surveillance. So that would be
useless.” That would be a real pity too, but Joel refrained
from adding that to his sentence. He was getting distracted by
thoughts of David again. Focus, goddammit. He had to focus. There was
a young woman's life at stake, while he was reflecting on the way
David's lips had felt on his own in his dream. He wasn't sure if
David had really kissed him, while he was asleep and attributed it to
his lively imagination..

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Half past twelve.
Eight and a half hours left, until the woman would be dead. Joel was
nervously pacing in front of the pictures. They still hadn't found a
useful lead and time was running short.
Suddenly Mitch stormed into the room, waving a sheet of paper in his
hand.

“We found the shop, where to
coffee came from. It is close to the University campus, so she is
most likely a student. If we check the
yearbooks, we might find out who she is.”

Finally, some good
news. But it would take hours to check every single yearbook. Briefly
clamping his hand on Mitch's shoulder, Joel left and went looking for
Hollis. The Detective was huddled over a city map, checking the
location of every large stair close to the campus.

“I have my people check the
campus and hand out sheets, maybe another student recognizes her.”

“If we're lucky. Give
everybody, who can be spared a photo of her and have them look
through the yearbooks. If she's a student, she should be in there.
Mitch, try to find out, what she's reading. If we know what she is
studying, we can check the books faster.

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Three o'clock. David
was still lingering in the library, although his target had left half
an hour ago. Hiding behind a philosophy book, he enjoyed his current
view. Joel was sitting at a table with about ten other agents,
checking every yearbook for the young woman.

Joel's hair was
ruffled, he hadn't managed to shave this morning and dark shadows had
once again appeared under his eyes. Still beautiful. He longed to run
his hands over the stubble-covered jaw and
press his lips to Joel's again. But for now David decided to leave,
since a couple of policemen were handing out photos of the girl and
questioning everybody in the library. Hiding his face behind dark
shades and a base cap, he left.

When he walked out of
the university, he was stopped by an officer, who held a photo of the
young woman in his hands. “Have you seen this woman?”
David took his time to look at the photo, pretending to think about
it. The idiot obviously had no idea, who he
was.

“I'm sorry. I don't remember
having seen her before.”

Turning away from the
cop, a smile spread over his face. He loved this game. Wondering if
Joel would manage to find the girl, he walked over to her favorite
cafe and ordered a cappuccino. He would
have to think of a little reward, if Joel really found her. Something
personal, that showed his beloved, how much
their little game meant to him. Whistling to himself, he left the
cafe, trying to come up with something.

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Half past four. Four
and a half hours left. Joel was starting to despair. They had almost
finished checking the yearbooks, but hadn't found her yet. Maybe
their guess, that she was a student was completely wrong. She could
have just randomly bought that coffee. But he really didn't think so.
David wouldn't deliberately mislead them, because that wouldn't fit
in with the game they were playing. There had to be something
important they were missing. A tiny scrap of information.

“We have the book.”
Mitch was flushed, when he entered the room as if he had ran the
whole way. “She's reading 'The thesis of the
time-space-paradox'. Our Jane Doe is
obviously interested in physics.”

“Shit. We already checked, who
studies physics and she wasn't in that book.”

“Nobody would read such crap
just for fun.”

While he was shaking
his head, Joel's gaze was drawn to a professor, hurrying by. “She
works here.”

“What?”

“She has to be working here.
Check every employee, who works in physics. We still have time to
find her.” Joel sighed. Finally there was hope again. Feeling
his migraine threatening once more, he sat down and swallowed two
more pills. He already took too many today, but he had the strange
feeling, that he would need more, before the day was over.

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Quarter to seven. Two
hours and fifteen minutes left. Detective Hollis suddenly stormed
into the almost empty library. “Campbell? We found her. Dr.
Hannah Preston. She has her own lab and spends all her time there,
that's why nobody knew her. We already checked her lab and she wasn't
there, but we have her home address.”

Joel immediately jumped
out of his seat and followed Hollis to the police car waiting
outside. They had won. They had found her,
before David could kill her. Feeling relief flood his system, Joel
got into the police car. Maybe he would be spared the guilt about
another death for once.

When they arrived at
her flat, Dr. Preston was inside, surrounded by a mass of policemen.
She looked confused, but not overly frightened. Walking up to her,
Hollis introduced himself and Joel.

“I won't have all those cops
in my apartment.”

“It is for your own safety,
doctor. We have evidence, that a serial killer has chosen
you as his next victim.”

“I am capable of defending
myself..”

Joel walked away from
Hollis and Dr. Preston, when his phone rang. There was no number on
the display, but he had a certain suspicion, who it would be.
Ignoring the fact, that his heart beat faster at the prospect of
speaking to David, he answered the call.

“Campbell.”

“I'm proud of you, Joel. I
always believed you could do it.”

“What do you want, asshole?
You can't get her anymore.”

“Joel...Joel, she's not
important”, he could hear David's laughter over the phone. A
clear, strong, deep and sexy sound. Joel had to swallow, fighting
back the sliver of arousal, that coiled in his belly. “Only you
matter to me. I will have to reward you for your success.” The
last bit was whispered in a low seductive tone, sending shivers down
Joel's back. Then the call ended.

“Campbell? Are you okay?”
It took Joel a few seconds to realize, that Hollis had spoken to him.
“You look feverish. Maybe you should go home. Everything is
under control here. By the way, who was that?”

“D...riffin.”

“Who?”

“Griffin, he just
congratulated me for our success.” Damn it. That was too close.
Maybe he should really go home and hope, that Hollis had everything
under control. After all the place was swarming with cops, so what
could happen. Even David wasn't that good.

TBC...
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