Bending down a single strand of hair he tilted his head and smiled. Picking it up with one gloved hand, he opened a plastic evidence bag with the other. If it had been the criminals, everything would have ended. She was sure that the perpetrator of this had a precedent, the reason being that there were similar cases in different cities across the country. The guy really went around and left nothing behind. Police departments in almost every country in the United States wanted to arrest this guy, to prosecute him in their own states. Her superiors told her that if she could solve the problem, she would shoot the boy first. All he had to do was find it. Standing up, she put her hair in her pocket as one of the forensic officers entered the dingy, stuffy hotel room. The place had been abandoned for years, he can't understand why no one decided to keep it alive. If it had been looked after well it would have been a great place, she would have stayed here too. The forensic team hadn't seen what she had done, well, she was off the hook and told to leave the premises. She was the only one in the hallway as she headed towards the lobby. There would be camera crews and reporters everywhere, she was sure of that once she stepped out into the scorching Arizona summer. He could already feel the heat seeping through the windows. It was a nightmare. The last step was wrong and she fell a bit before quickly catching herself so she didn't fall flat on her face. She adjusted her pants and jacket and checked a window herself before deciding it was fine. Politics, he hated it, if there hadn't been bureaucrats the world would be much better. That thought had crossed her mind more times than she could count when she finally came to the same conclusion. I... half the paper... ller. Locking it in his memory bank he began to listen as his killer spoke. It was a long story that ultimately left her in tears. Now he understood, now he understood what was happening. It was through that story that he finally understood what was going on in that deranged head. Smiling, he got out of the car as instructed by the killer and waited. Staring straight into the killer's eyes she felt tears roll down her cheeks and was at peace. Just before the killer could pull the trigger of the Glock in his hand, the detective lunged forward and snatched the gun away. The alleged killer looked at the detective. Wiping the tears from her eyes she shook her head. “My dear, you still have much to learn. If you're going to kill someone you have to do it a lot better than that hotel job. The detective said his daughter was very naive and very guilty.