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reasons why they kill. Some are opportunistic, where
there’s a driving force but no real game plan. Others have more specific
requirements. They’re re-enacting some trauma that happened in their life , or
an ideal they wish to leave by.  It may not make sense to us, because to them
it’s very real. Their way of righting a wrong or giving meaning to their life. 
.” Her tone was matter-of-fact as she spoke with an intensity that showed how
much she enjoyed her job. Their conversation seemed out of place here among the
popular music playing over the speakers and the trivial conversation taking
place around them. College students filled the surrounding tables, drinking,
chatting, and blowing off steam.
    His
gaze scanned the room and it hit him. They were the only somber couple here. A
song with a hard-hitting bass came on and the couple beside them walked over to
the tiny area designated as a dance floor. The lithe woman with cocoa skin
pressed her round ass into her partner as he wrapped his arms around her waist
and they moved as one to the beat.
    Carey
envied them. His cock stirred and he forced his mind back to the topic at hand.
“You think this is one of those re-enacting cases?” he asked.
    “Maybe.” 
A thoughtful expression settled over her face. “I’ll never forget that freakish
clown outfit… now I wonder if it tied in to the ritual. I know they didn’t
travel with the carnival—the police hit a dead end with that. Perhaps the
kidnappers scout out the carnivals. See where they’ll be moving to and follow,
ride their tailcoats.” She placed her tongue in her cheek.
    Releasing
a sigh, he shrugged. “I don’t know.”
    “There
are all just theories, nothing concrete, but it’s a start.”
    He
was impressed. It was easy to see why she was good at what she did.
    “How
would you try to make a connection between what happened and other cases?”
    “First
I’d need to get my hands on our case file, and then I’d search using people
taken from carnivals or circus acts. Perhaps it has something to do with that.”
Her body twitched. “I knew clowns were creepy, but I never knew they killed
outside of the movies.”
    He
couldn’t say he’d watched IT lately. “I can get you the case files.”
    “Won’t
you get in trouble?”
    Now
she cares. “Being next in line for sheriff in a
small town does have some perks, city slicker.”
    She
smirked. “We don’t have to play the whose-is-bigger game, Carey. I don’t even
have a penis.”  No, but I bet your pussy is delicious.
     “Which
is a good thing, considering metaphorically speaking, you trump me being F.B.I.
and all.”
    “You
know I don’t see it like that. We’re all law enforcement agents looking to keep
the peace and gain victims justice.” 
    “If
that’s true, why go for the F.B.I.?”
    “Because
I had my heart set on criminal profiling. I knew going through the Bureau and
putting in my time was the best way to go.”
    “When
did you know it was what you wanted to do?” Curious to know how someone went
from dreaming of becoming a teacher to a federal agent, he focused in on her words,
trying to read between the lines.
    “After
I got through with my sessions with my psychologist I started to get really
into human psychology. How the mind works and what events in our past shape who
we’ll be. I wanted answers beyond what she could give me. I didn’t like the ‘sometimes
bad things happen to good people’ bit I was being force-fed. I wanted—no, I
needed to do more.” Swinging her beer toward him, she asked, “What about you?
Carey Carr a cop?”
    “I
know, I know. When I lost Clark I just saw how pointless the stupid shit I did
was.  The time for teenage rebellion was gone. I dropped out of school not too
long after you transferred. It just wasn’t the place I needed to be. I spent a
period lost, confused, and hurting. But when I pulled it together I knew I
wanted to help pick up the pieces of Dale, make people feel