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I take his hand "Yes"

"You ?"

"Yes"

"Alisa"

"Sita My nao by Alisa?"

I shrug "It&039;s a name Only those I care about call me Sita"

"What do you want me to call you?"

I smile sadly "What would you prefer to call a murderer?"

He takes his hand from mine and stares at the ocean a moment "So to a ether to be labeled unstable"

"Thank you"

"You weren&039;t serious about having killed that wom?an, were you?"

I speak in a flat voice "It happened at the comer of Fryer and Tads The woman was found on the floor of the women&039;s room Her brains were on the floor as well Like you said, her head had been cracked open, the front of it That was because I grabbed her from behind when I ramive you these details?"

I see frohtened hi atas the sea, as black as the deepest subterra?nean crevasse Beneath the ocean is molten bedrock

Beneath eless fire Yet he shivers and I understand why My words are so cold

"It&039;s true," he whispers

"Yes I a, I pluck the papers from his hand before he can blink My eyes bore down on him "Go home, Joel, to wherever home is Don&039;t try to follow me Don&039;t talk about me If you do, I will know about it and I will have to come after you You don&039;t want that, any more than you want to take on this murderer He is like me, and at the same time he is not like me We are both cruel, but his cruelty is without reason, without kindness Yes, I did kill that woman, but I didn&039;t do so out of malice I can be very kind, when it suits erous as this Eddie I have to comer him, you see, in a special place, under special circumstances It&039;s the only way to stop him But you can&039;t be there If you are, you will die You will die anyway, if you don&039;t leave me alone Do you under?stand?"

He stares atto materialize from a realm he never knew existed "No," he mumbles

I take a step back "Try to arrest me"

"Huh?"

"Arresta woman with my bare hands I know details of the crime only the killer could know It&039;s your responsibility as an FBI agent to bring hts Now!"

My pounding gaze has short-circuited his brain synapses But he does stand, and he does pull out his gun and point it at me "You&039;re under arrest," he says

I slap the gun away It lands a hundred yards off in the water But for hione His stunned expression, even in the ruby light, goes pale

"You see," I say softly "You can&039;t play this gaun is on the bottom of the sea Believe rave" I pat his shoulder as I step past hi soon There is a stop at the entrance to the pier Goodbye"