The Tower

He clicked through the rest of the newspaper headlines. "Black Ribbon Strangler Identified." "Michael Trapp Dead in Shoot-out." "Missing Girl Found."

Quite an American hero, this Jade Marlow, Allander thought. He did everything but rescue cats from trees. He was about to shut down the computer when he saw one entry dated several years prior to the rest. January 2, 1973. A painfully familiar year.

He opened it. It was a small story, buried on the sixteenth page. "Retarded Boy Bullied to Death," the headline read. The picture showed a mother embracing a boy around the chest as a father rested a hand lovingly on her shoulder. The boy had light brown hair, and the drooping features of a developmentally delayed child. It was the same boy he had seen in the picture he had moved from Jade's bedroom.

Also in the picture, but in the background, stood another boy by himself, a baseball cap backward on his head. He faced sideways, unaware of the camera. Although the picture was blurry, Allander recognized him right away.

Jade slammed the door behind him and headed straight to the boxing bag in the garage. He attacked it relentlessly, driving lefts and rights, not at the bag, but straight through it. His form was perfect, his rhythm exact. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Travers had seen Alex at the hospital, her interview mediated, of course, by Ms. Perkins. After leaving Alex's house, Jade had waited for Travers by her car in the hospital parking lot. She'd filled him in briefly and they had decided to break for the night.

At the first house, Allander had been able to perform his act from beginning to end. In Allander's view, it was a finished work. But at Alex's house, Allander had been interrupted. It was a shame almost, Jade thought. It didn't leave him as much to go on. How would Allander have fulfilled this crime?

The wedding business Alex had described reminded Jade of what Dr. Yung had said about a marriage of the different sides of the personality. Allander seemed to be trying to combine his brutal experience with the child's innocence, a sort of return to a lost past. Maybe that was why he'd told Alex he was going to kill him. Since Allander wanted to absorb him metaphorically, the boy couldn't exist afterward as his own physical entity. If you find someone threatening, make him your own. It was like psychological cannibalism.

Jade had to admit that the second "S N E" had thrown him a little bit, since "hear no evil" was supposed to be next in line after "see no evil." At first, he'd thought that Allander might be saving "H N E" for his parents, but then he realized that Allander was committing his crimes in the order in which he felt he had been betrayed-first by his parents, then by his educators, then by the courts and the police. The self-consciousness inherent in such meticulous planning showed that Allander wasn't truly a serial killer; it was more as if he were poking fun at the very notion of serial killers.

Jade pictured Allander's face on the speed bag as he snapped it back repeatedly to the suspended platform. His shoulders were burning and his wrists were getting sore.

Allander was unbelievably slippery. Though he hated to admit it, Jade was having a hard time pinning him down, locking him in. One moment he'd feel he was right there inside Allander's head, but then he'd turn a corner and be lost again. Jade had always believed that killers' actions were illustrations of their thoughts. But when it came to Allander, it wasn't that simple.

Just as Jade was struggling to figure out Allander, Allander was working on him. He knew what Jade looked for and what he wanted, and that made it difficult to interpret the crime scenes he created. Usually, Allander was deadly serious. But sometimes, Jade had learned, he was only playing.

He had called Allander by his first name again twice today at the crime scene. Publicly. Both times it had drawn funny looks, which he didn't care about, but it showed he was getting too close.

Leah had said that Allander raved about parents, teachers, and the law. So far, he had killed four parents, two of whom were teachers. Who would he find next? Who to him represented the law? Lawyers? Too easy a target. Given his overblown ego, Allander would probably go for the biggest challenge and kill a cop or maybe a famous judge. To match the pattern, it would have to be somebody with a family. Unfortunately, that ruled Jade out.

Jade had already ordered protection for all parties involved with Allander's criminal trial. The judge had passed away, which was too bad, because he was known widely as a "family man." He would have been a perfect lure.

The prosecutor and defense attorney had both wanted protection for their families. Jade had put two cars at the defense attorney's house, since criminals usually go after their own lawyers rather than their prosecutors. They figure a prosecutor is just doing his job; if their case goes poorly, they often hold their own lawyers responsible.