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Who: Will & John.
What: 's in the booox?! A meeting.
Where: Will's room aka The Only Place They Meet, Ever.
When: Right now. Evening.
The box Will had taken from John's room had remained by his bed, covered and unopened. It was like Pandora's Box. Whatever was in it would unleash a whole mess of things for John. Maybe a good mess, but given his experience with his inmate thus far? He highly, highly doubted it. Could the meeting even have a happy ending? He didn't know. It was really hard to say.
Maybe it was nothing but notebook paper wrapped in cloth. Maybe it was spare clothing. Maybe it was bloody shirts he'd hidden from the crime scenes. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
He thought back to his time in the FBI. Find a crime scene, gather evidence, analyze everything, find sources. Determine time of death, find sources for the evidence. Puzzle over victims selected. Try and find a common link between them and from there a motive. Write up a profile based on theories and hard evidence. Eventually, hopefully, use that to find the criminal.
The Barge was different. It fucked with the entire process. He had the criminal, he had the motive, he had the profile. What he needed was a history. From there, a way to get through to John and his religious bullshit. No, don't call it 'bullshit' that's not "professional". Religious beliefs. There that was better.
Will sat on the couch as he waited for John's arrival. The box was still in his room. He'd bring it out soon.
What: 's in the booox?! A meeting.
Where: Will's room aka The Only Place They Meet, Ever.
When: Right now. Evening.
The box Will had taken from John's room had remained by his bed, covered and unopened. It was like Pandora's Box. Whatever was in it would unleash a whole mess of things for John. Maybe a good mess, but given his experience with his inmate thus far? He highly, highly doubted it. Could the meeting even have a happy ending? He didn't know. It was really hard to say.
Maybe it was nothing but notebook paper wrapped in cloth. Maybe it was spare clothing. Maybe it was bloody shirts he'd hidden from the crime scenes. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
He thought back to his time in the FBI. Find a crime scene, gather evidence, analyze everything, find sources. Determine time of death, find sources for the evidence. Puzzle over victims selected. Try and find a common link between them and from there a motive. Write up a profile based on theories and hard evidence. Eventually, hopefully, use that to find the criminal.
The Barge was different. It fucked with the entire process. He had the criminal, he had the motive, he had the profile. What he needed was a history. From there, a way to get through to John and his religious bullshit. No, don't call it 'bullshit' that's not "professional". Religious beliefs. There that was better.
Will sat on the couch as he waited for John's arrival. The box was still in his room. He'd bring it out soon.