H3xagonal Kill3r

H3XAGON KILL3R

" Okay," Charlie said suprised at his brother's reaction, " Then we just need to get the information from a different source."

" That's the thing, Charlie," Don started impatiently, " There is no other source."

" Of course there is. We just need to find the back-ups..."

" THERE ARE NO BACKUPS! The system crash destroyed all files from that year."

" Can't you get it from another office?"

" The files weren't going to be sent until after the system crashed."

" Media?"

" The press wasn't given details. You know that, Charlie."

" Then what about the men who solved the patterns? Have you tried contacting them?"

" The mathematicians are in lectures. The agents don't rememer much."

Charlie paced the room muttering, " There has to be someone. Some point of reference if we are going to predict a copycat."

" Well, there isn't. I'm sorry, but this case crept up out of nowhere."

Charlie looked up at Don.

" Isn't that ironic," he said.

" What?" replied Don not seeing where this was going.

" That are copycat struck at the precise moment when information that would have made capturing him easy disappears."

" Yeah," replied Don grabbing a file, " Coincidence."

Charlie shook his head, " There are no such things as coincidences," he replied softly.

Don looked back at his brother seriously.

" Charlie, we need your help on this. Your the only one who can break this code."

" Actually there are plenty of others...," Charlie started.

" Your the only one I'd trust."

" Okay."

"Does that mean you'll do it?"

" Yes, but I need the data from every murder. How many have their been?"

" Five," said Don handing him the folder.

" Hmm," replied Charlie taking it. Casually he flipped through the reports, thankful their were no pictures.

" Can you do it?" asked Don more out of habit then anything else.

" Yeah," replied Charlie not looking up, " I mean how hard can it be?"