Praising his work from afar, the sociopath felt complete after committing another murder again.
He laid thinking of how easy it was for him to abduct an innocent girl with his wits.
"How could she be so naive?" he thought to himself, yet the thrill of overpowering her brought about the sickness inside him he had been hiding for too long.
"Stupid cops should appreciate such a masterpiece." Referring to Sanders and Rosewood when they examined the body.
He started to contemplate his next victim and decided to go for a drive. The rain from earlier created a mist that made it hard for the sociopath to see.
Along the road, a young girl walking caught his eye. All he could think was "this is it. no one in sight. no witnesses."
The car came to a stop next to the young girl. Not knowing exactly what to do, but knowing she didn't want to keep walking in a fog she could not see, she got in. Her fate was about to be met.